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Sammy begins to fly home, the long way, and not long into her trip is joined by Dylan.  "Sorry I didn't answer earlier, I was a little busy."  he says once he's close enough to be heard.  "And, I must admit that instead of calling you back, I thought I'd try to see you, and then I saw you fly by, and here I am."

OOC: She did try to call the number I thought?

OOC:  yes, she did

Sammy smiles at him.  "We've had some unusual visitors lately.  I was just checking to see if you really were from this dimension.  I figured if you had crossed lanes, your phone wouldn't work here."  Her path isn't as straight as it was just moments ago.  She's still moving along in the same overall direction, but slower, and she starts doing lazy circles around Dylan, checking him out like he checked her before.

The pair begin to orbit each other, and Dylan is smiling.  "You are at home in the sky."  he says, drifting closer and offering her his hand, "May I have this dance?"

She grasps his outstretched hand with her own.  "Delighted," she replies.  He's right.  She is at home in the sky. She immerses herself in the sheer joy of moving through it with someone else who totally understands.

Dylan pulls them close and puts a hand on her back, leading them into an aerial waltz.  There is no music to hear, save the sounds of the wind rushing past them as they circle and glide through the air of Oak Park.  "You dance divinely my dear."  He says as they move into a dip that naturally drifts into a rolling loop.

Sammy surrenders herself to the dip and loop.  "It's easy when you have a good partner."

"You flatter me."  he says, and the pair part to do a series of interlaced loops around each other and then crash back into each other, Dylan letting out a laugh.  "I'd forgotten what it was like to fly with someone."  He says as they go back into their waltz.

"I never knew," she replies.  "I only imagined.  This is better than that."  She laughs exuberantly and puts an extra flourish into a spin.  "Much, much better.  When you left earlier with a promise to find me again, what language was that?  I understood you, but I don't know why."

"You have been denied the great pleasure of companionship in the skies."  He pulls her close again and then sets them into a tight spin before stopping.  "It was the language of your ancestors.  The tongue of the Djinn."

"Don't stop.  Not yet.  Please?"  Her eyes beg him to keep flying with her, just a little bit longer.  She's had a taste, and is still hungry for more.  "So how is it that I can understand the djinn language without actually speaking it?"

Dylan smiles, pulling her up against him and rocketing upwards with her.  "I presume that power resonates.  Like how you know how to fly, it's part of your nature."  They reach a high point and fall backwards away from one another, crisscrossing in a spiral on the way down before they slow on a low approach and join hands.  Dylan pulls her back into the waltz twirling with her atop a flag pole, each with just the toe of one foot on the globe as they slowly rotate.  "Are you cold?"  he asks, a ruby gleam slipping across his gaze.

"A little," Sammy reluctantly admits.  She flares up a force field around them.  "This helps, but it gets in the way of dancing."  She drops the field again.

Dylan's eyes turn a ruby red, and he kisses her hand.  Sammy feels a raw wave of heat pouring off the young man, and then she notices the dragon tattoo on his neck has red eyes as well.  "There, that should knock the chill off some."  He pulls her up against him, letting the heat soak into her and drifts back into the waltz.

"Wow," she says, amazed that he didn't burn her skin off with his lips, but enjoying the heat nonetheless.  "Thank you."  He starts dancing again, and she starts manipulating the little breezes around them to softly, faintly play the strains of a waltz.  It sounds like the winds are carrying the sounds from a distant orchestra.  She lightly hums along with the breezes as she dances away.

The pair continue to dance to the tune of the wind and warmed by the radiance of Dylan's warmth.  finally he twirls her once, pulling her close and looking into her eyes.  "I have had a wonderful time.  But I should go before people begin to wonder where I am.  And I'm sure you have people who will worry about you as well."

Sammy nods.  "Probably."  She pulls back a little and searches his face for something.  "I think... I think I thought wrong.  I should be careful of you, but I don't need to be frightened of you.  I don't feel frightened.  I just feel... I just feel... I just feel.  That's good."

"Careful of me?"  he smiles, "I'm touched."  and his hand goes to his heart.  "Why are we being careful of me exactly?"

"Someone had the notion that you wanted to take me.  Mark me as your own.  Own me, maybe.  I didn't want to believe that, but I can't be too careful."

"Well, you can't be too careful, this is true.  But I'm not the owning type.  More the, trying on type."  he smiles.  "But you don't have to worry.  You mean entirely too much to Donnie for me to try anything."  In the low light Sammy can almost imagine that smile of his with it's perfect white teeth is a muted version of the maw of the dragon he is.

"Ha," she mutters.  "He thinks very little of me, and what little there is doesn't ever seem to be pleasant, not lately."  She looks him in the eye.  "And besides, its not up to him if I decide to let somebody 'try' something or not.  That's my business, not his.  He has no say at all."

"You humans misunderstand me so often.  Just when I think I'm getting the hang of your social customs."  He floats closer to her, so she can feel his warmth more intensely.  "I didn't say it was his decision.  I said he cares too much for you for me to do anything.  He knows me well enough to know that no relationship I'm likely to find with a woman in this world will be more than a fleeting thing.  And so, my knowing how much he values you as a friend would stay my hand in such an adventure."  He inhales deeply, "Although you are a tempting creature.  And what makes you think Donnie doesn't care about you?  It's his subconscious guilt that drew me out to you.  And I am oh so very happy he feels bad, otherwise I might have missed the chance to meet you.  The chance to dance with you."

Sammy raises a skeptical brow.  "It's not like I have very much experience in this sort of thing, but that has to be one of the smoothest lines I am ever likely to hear in my life."  She floats free from him, amusement dancing across her face as she pirouettes slowly around him, almost challenging him NOT to look at her and admire the view.  Her hand strokes his cheek in one of the passes.  ""Oh,  Samantha, you are exquisite, delightful, tempting,  but you mean too much to my friend for me to ever treat you disrespectfully."  So you get me to beg for your attentions, to wear down your oh so noble objections... ooh, you are good."  By this point she's back face to face with him, her lips almost touching his but not quite.  Then she breaks the moment by giggling.  "I was going to say that someday you will be begging me, but that would be overdoing it a little.  A lot."

She whirls away.  "I don't believe you about Donnie.  The way he growls at me,  threatens me, accuses me of trying to seduce every boy I take flying, the way he accused me of trying to steal his weir -- not that I'd do that, not in a million years -- I don't believe he feels guilt.  Not about me, anyhow.  But if that's what you need in order to be here, feel free to continue to believe he feels guilty.  I really do enjoy the company."

Dylan has an amused smile as Sammy talks, and he is most certainly admiring the view.  "Donnie's subconscious and mine are tied together.  He didn't feel he was capable of protecting Sylvia, so I did that for him.  Now he's afraid he's hurt his connection to you.  But I will let you and he sort that out.  I'm enjoying the company too much."  He moves close to her.  "And don't give up hope Airsong.  Someday I may be begging you."  he smiles and lifts her hand, kissing the inside of her wrist.

The act produces a delightful little shiver along every nerve path she has, but Sammy keeps a grip.  "No," she smiles.  "No begging.  I have enough problems without that.  What I need... what I want anyhow... is a flying partner.  Since that is what you are giving to me, I'm good.  I'm not very greedy.  Didn't you say you had somewhere you had to go?"

He waves a hand dismissively, "Homework or something equally mind numbing."  He floats around her some more.  "No begging then."  he bows deeply.  "Until we meet again."

She does her best stage curtsey.  "Till then."

Dylan shoots off into the night and out of site.

Moments after Dylan exits, Pip divebombs where the teenager had been floating in the air. Pip wheels around, churruping. It's obvious he had meant to catch Dylan unawares, but failed. He does several spins around Sammy before landing on her head, wings flapping for balance. He leans his head down to look at Sammy upside-down and a long thin purple tongue flicks out against her cheek as he says hello.

"He's gone," she laughingly tells the little lizard.  "You should go too, before I get you in trouble.  I don't want to stir up Donnie any more, ok?"

The tongue flicks out again for a few seconds. Sammy gets the distinct impression she just received a raspberry.

Pip nips her nose, eyes whirling in amusement, before falling off her head. He wings around her again and then heads off in the direction of her home. He hovers and does a wingover, as if teasing her.

Sammy laughs at his antics.  "All right, fine, don't say you weren't warned."  She chases after him and begins a glorious game of tag.

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