Flying in Wellington with James

[piwakawaka]

As they step through the door, Tiwa pulls her light anorak from her pocket and pulls it on as the city is spread out before them,

"Can just leave from here. I'll make sure we don't get in trouble."

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[piwakawaka]

She pokes him in the stomach since her arms are already around him,

"Course you don't and you also don't have a rather nice pout."

[notthatpotter]

"Do you, then?"

He doesn't think he's seen her impressive pout.

[piwakawaka]

"I'm not sure. I've never looked at my own pout."

[notthatpotter]

He laughs.

"Fair enough. I don't believe I've seen your pout either."

[piwakawaka]

"Maybe I haven't had a reason to pout when you're around, don't know."

[notthatpotter]

"Well, that's good to know," he says.

[piwakawaka]

"Yup, so want to go fly out over the water?"

[notthatpotter]

"All right. Sounds nice."

[piwakawaka]

"Then, that way."

She points over his shoulder towards the water and kisses his cheek.

[notthatpotter]

He follows in the direction she'd pointed to with rather astounding accuracy.

And grins at the kiss.

He's quite glad to be here for a spell, away from all of the responsibility he suddenly found himself shouldering.

My, how time can change so much.

[piwakawaka]

The wind is slightly more over the water but its a clear and sparkling day so a few boaters look up to see what's flying above them. Tiwa laughs and waves at a few people.

[notthatpotter]

James does so too.

This is awesome.

"I don't suppose they're used to seeing people riding on broomsticks," he says.

[piwakawaka]

"Good for them to see things they're not used to."

[notthatpotter]

He nods, grinning.

"Very true."

[piwakawaka]

"They'll probably try and convince themselves that we're something ordinary but we're not."

[notthatpotter]

"We're far from being ordinary," he says.

Because she's a pooka, and he's a wizard.

And in most worlds, that's not particularly a common thing.



Then he shouts in a downwards direction, "We're not ordinary at all!"

[piwakawaka]

She laughs and a couple in a kayak look up at them though the young woman waves back and just yells for the joy of it. Tiwa sings back, her song caught on the wind and filling the air.