floating

The cool grass received me.  My hard, naked form exposed under the evening sky, shadow and light alternating on me as clouds passed the setting sun.  My companion gave a slight adjustment so my projection was better aligned with gravity -- both sign post and catalyst for aspiring aeronauts.  The demoness lounged nearby, feigning disinterest in events she'd orchestrated so carefully.  A quick test of wind against wetted finger, a sly glance at the clouds to check for streams and eddies at higher altitudes, gave hints of her interests and her intentions.