The Citadel's main hangar was usually a place of organized chaos, but right now it held a moment of pure, simple magic. Lira was laughing, a real, unburdened sound that echoed off the high ceilings. She was floating three feet off the ground, spinning slowly in a lazy circle, her silver hair fanning out around her. Below her, Marc stood with one hand raised, a faint, almost invisible shimmer of energy connecting his fingertips to the air around her.
"Again!" Lira giggled, kicking her feet as she drifted. "Make me go faster!"
Marc's usual grim expression had softened into something resembling a smile. "Faster, huh? You sure? You might get spacesick."
"I don't care! It's fun!"
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound, and made a gentle swirling motion with his finger. Lira' spin accelerated, her laughter pealing through the bay.
