Starlight.

I decided I didn't want to tell Luna. I wanted to show her. So I cheerfully went through the day, mentally planning how I was going to show her. Everything would be perfect. I knew I'd be able to fly without dreaming. It was going to literally be a dream come true.

"Luna," I whispered into her ear, a cocky grin across my face, barely visible in the dim glow of the night light in our room. She had assumed I was asleep and had forced her way into my arms, mumbling something about warmth. She jumped at the sound of my voice, but exhaled slowly a moment later. "How'd you sleep?" I laughed, my grin not fading at all.

"I didn't," she growled back, though clearly not actually angry. "I thought you were asleep though."

"No way. You think I could sleep when I'm busy plotting sneaking you out of this place?" She gaped at me. Neither of us had been outside very much. We were trying to avoid being seen by the wrong person. But it was night. Pitch black. And I wasn't concerned with being seen anyway. "Get up," I ordered softly, whispering into her ear again. She shuddered, but she wasn't cold. Luna stood up, eyeing me suspiciously. I laughed, grabbed her hand, and quietly led her to the kitchen. I opened the window I had chosen earlier and crawled out, motioning for her to follow as well. She did, though hesitantly. Her caution only made me laugh more.

I walked us to a spot in the tiny yard where the moon shone directly above us. The moonlight made her blonde hair glow an unearthly colour. This time, I was the one who shuddered, and I wasn't cold.

"What's this all about, Emma?" Luna hissed. My grin returned.

"What if I told you I could make you float like you do to me?" Her jaw hung open.

"What are you talking about?" she breathed, confused.

"I'll show you. Don't let go." Her face showed only more confusion as I locked her arms around my neck and mine around her waist. "Smile," I whispered. And she did, slightly. It was good enough, though. I didn't have to close my eyes. My feet left the ground and I smiled at Luna. She looked down at the ground and quickly tightened her grip on my neck. 

"Oh my God," she whispered back, as we floated above the trees now, the moonlight still hitting her hair in such a way that it was hard to believe she was human. I let my left hand carefully move to her hair, just to be sure it was real, as we flew over the city. Luna put her head on my shoulder and I realized she was crying. 

"Luna?" I said softly, noticing that staying in the air had suddenly become harder. She shook her head and looked up at me. She was smiling.

"I was so . . . worried about you. I thought I was doing it on accident at first. And then when I realized it wasn't me . . . " she shuddered slightly. I sighed, relieved. She was happy, not sad. "I was scared, Emma. I didn't know what to do. You looked so scared . . . "

"I'm not scared anymore. I can fly!" I shouted, suddenly squeezing Luna tightly in a giant bear-hug. A bird flew out of a nearby tree at the sound of my voice and shot past the bright moon. For a moment, I just stared at the moon and the eerie glow it cast upon the night, Luna's hair especially. "Luna?" I said quietly after a long silence.

"Yeah, Em?"

"Can I ask you something?" She looked at me curiously and nodded. "You've always said I'm warm all the time," I paused, trying to figure out how to word my question right. Luna made a weird sound in the back of her throat and in the moonlight, I could see her face redden. I suddenly started laughing and smirked at her. "So what's it like having your own personal heater?" We both laughed, and soon, the night began to fade back into day and we snuck silently back into the house and to our room.