Macy POV
I expect to run out of air as I approach the moon. At least, that is what we are taught in school. Space and the moon don't have an atmosphere; there is no air to breathe. I should be suffocating, but I am not. I try to understand the science behind it, but I quickly realize there is no science. It is magic. I am only here because Selene allows it. At any moment, she could revoke that privilege.
I land close to her, and my wings float awkwardly behind me. Now would be a terrible time for me to fall over because I don't know how to control them. I am trying to look capable, not like a klutz. I tuck my wings behind me and hold them close, but Selene snickers at me.
"Still unable to control your wings, Little One," she taunts.
"We need to talk," I say, ignoring her jab.
