Killian rolled his arms over each other until there was a swelling black billow coming from his forearms and rising upward until it wafted in tendrils which reached me up on the balcony like bits of strings.
I found myself reaching out to grasp one. Stunned at how I was reacting.
But Killian was waiting below as if he expected me to. His arms at his sides and the black smoke now coming from his chest, up to me.
A mist full of life. A creature of its own.
I swiped the tendril, and it swayed a bit in the wind of my movement. So, I moved slower this time and was able to pinch it between my fingers. Guiding it down and twisting it around the balcony rail.
It latched on and took on a life of its own. Growing like a great vine. Twisting around the railing and clambering out from the cor
