She looked down at the city rising toward her, and she looked up at the shocked expression on the young man’s face, and a pair of wings erupted from her back. Pale yellow feathers splayed out behind her, catching an updraft and halting her descent. He glided down to her.
“You’re a mimic!” he said. “How does it work? Was it when I touched you?”
Frederica shook her head.
“Eye contact,” she said.
“Of course,” he said. “Windows to the soul and all that, right?”
He smiled and ran a hand through his wavy red hair. She peered into his eyes again but she couldn’t keep the flow of thoughts and feelings at bay. She looked away.
“I guess,” she mumbled.
“How many powers do you have?”
“I… kind of lost count. At least a dozen.”
“Do you have to absorb them every time you want to use them or can you just call them up at will?”
“At will,” she said. “I just have to think about the person the powers came from really hard and they come back.”
“So every time you think about me, you’ll grow wings?”
She felt her face redden.
“Why are you asking so many questions?” she said. “I don’t even know you.”
“Oh, sorry,” he said. “I was just heading back to class and I saw you floating there and I got curious. I know a lot of the fliers in town but I didn’t recognize you. I’m Griffith, by the way. But you can call me Griff.”
“I’m Fred,” she said.
“Are you new to the city?” he asked.
“Kind of?” she replied. “I’ve visited a lot but only moved here a few weeks ago, for school.”
“Cool, I go there too,” he said. “I’m in Film Studies. You?”
“Journalism,” she replied.