Slowly, oh so slowly, the tiny tornado began to move out of her hand. She stared at the swirling form and motioned again. This time, the breeze gusted my way, and the whirlwind rode along with it. I held out my palm like she did, unable to help my smile. It landed on my skin as the wind faded away again. I marveled as it flickered and danced there painlessly. I could barely feel its presence at all. If I wasn’t looking right at it, I might not have even known it was there. It was just a beautiful work of magic, a tender display, just for me.
I smiled openly even as Celeste pressed her palms together, snuffing out the little whirlwind. I glanced up at her.
Celeste shook her head and put her hands on her hips as she watched me. “What are you smiling about?” she sighed as if exasperated by
