“Oh, nice,” he said. “I have a friend on the editorial board for the student paper. Have you written anything for them?”
“No, I’m not good enough for that,” she said.
“You don’t have to be perfect,” he said. “They’re just looking for people who show promise. Have you seen some of the dreck they’ve had to print to fill space?”
“I’m just not ready yet,” she said with a shrug. “Anyway, I should get back to class.”
“Mind if I fly with you?” he asked. “We are heading the same direction, after all.”
Frederica swallowed hard.
She turned toward the school, spread her wings, and flew. She marvelled at the strange sensation of having an extra pair of limbs. It took a lot more effort to stay in the air, more like intensely swimming than just floating along on surface.
Griffith soared ahead of her and spiraled into a barrel roll, laughing as he went. Frederica tried to do the same but she smacked her face with a wing and lost control. She flapped furiously and managed to right herself.
“Careful!” Griffith said. “Gotta walk before you can run.”
She stuck her tongue out at him and tried again. She ended up dizzy and slightly nauseous, but she succeeded. Griffith smiled.
He did a backflip and dove toward the ground. She chased after him, closing the distance quickly. They were neck and neck, she could feel the tip of his wing brush hers. Then he pulled up. She kept going a moment longer and brought herself to a halt. She looked up at him, grinning.
“Who says I was competing?” he asked.
“Men always compete,” she replied.
“Only when we’re not losing,” he said with a smirk.
She chuckled and continued back to campus. They touched down in the courtyard and Griffith folded his wings against his back. Frederica’s disappeared entirely, fading to dust in an instant.