If I pray hard enough, would God give me wings?

Cameron loves being in the middle when the sun cuts through the clouds.

It's like being in a room with yellow curtains made of crystals hanging everywhere. It's like being in the rain, but not hard, cold pinpricks; it's light, warm, gentle falling golden rays. It's like having a shower in flickering lights.

But then the wind blows the clouds away and Cameron is left with normal sunshine on a normal sky, all feelings of magic and wonder gone with the clouds.


Well, there is an end to everything, he thinks to himself.

He lands back to the ground with a swoop and walks gracefully over to the giant tree standing in the middle of the field. Nice to have a bit of a shade when one is waiting for another. He plucks off a blade of grass, sits and chews the blade of grass in the meantime.


Not long after, he hears soft crunching of feet on fresh, crisp grass. Turning to the right, he sees a figure in a long, flowing dress walking towards the tree.Towards him.


Cameron smiles to himself at the sight of the figure. The blade of grass is barely hanging on to his wide grin spreading across his face.

The girl stops about thirty feet away from the tree. Cameron could see her hand come up to her forehead, shading the sun from her eyes. He stands up but leans against the tree, at the same time putting his hands in his pockets.

The girl continues to walk towards the tree. The closer she got to the tree, the faster her walking pace...

"Cameron!"
"Hey, Aerialle."

The two stand grinning at each other for awhile. Then:

"Seriously, a dress?" Cameron asks with incredulity.

Aerialle blushes. "I know I know, but I wasn't sure okay? I mean, I've never...you know."


"Yeah, I know." A smirk.
"It's just, if I am to imagine myself, I would be wearing a dress for this."

Cameron's smirk turns into a softer version. "Mmm."


He considers her really now. Her dress is cut close to her body, but comfortably. A good choice, actually. Smooth fabric and beautiful patterns are tailored into the outlines of the dress. It reaches down all the way to her toes, and the femininity of the entire thing is making Cameron's chest feel just a tiny bit funny. Her hair hangs loose, but is pinned down artfully with pins at clever places to ensure no random strands get in the way of her eyes.


"Let's go then, if we're all ready" He says.
"Uhh.." goes the reply.



The two exits the shade of the tree and start walking up a hill not far off. Cameron couldn't stop noticing that Aerialle is way too nervous.

"It feels amazing, you know," He says just audibly enough.
Aerialle thinks about it, then gives him a smile. "I will know."
And he gives her a sideways-arm-half-hug.

The two reaches the top of the hill.  Cameron's excitement grows.

"Everything is perfect. The wind, the sun, the thermals," He says.

With a push off the ground, he takes off swiftly, making the groundside experience a great big wind. Aerialle groans.

"I can never get used to you doing that." She complains.

He turns and flashes her a mischievous smile.
"Well then, come on, " He extends his hand.


She looks at it, and then at him, which who is dangling in midair, and whose feet is pointing up to the sky.

"I can't." is the only thing she can say.

"You can."

She looks at his hand, at the same height as her head.

"Trust me." He says.