The God of calamity’s wife: return of the 13th

"Wow I've never seen someone do magic like that! You're amazing!" Sirius exclaimed as she made the pastry out of ice. 

She smiled and looked at the ground a bit, "I practice a lot." She said sheepishly. 

Sirius found this really cute since he hadn't imagined her sheepish or working hard at anything since she had such natural rough character. 

He took another bite of the kanelbullar, then asked, "So, you're going to challenge the Alpha today? How can I help? You're the expert, so I'm not sure how this works."

She thought for a moment. "Well, normally Aksel makes the plans, but so far I normally attempt to invite them to a peaceful surrender. That won't work with this guy. I'm guessing that because they know I'm coming, they'll probably plan some sort of ambush.

 What kind of stuff can you do with your powers? She asked him. You're some sort of bird right?" She said remembering that he had feathers. 

"Well, I can shapeshift." He said. 

"Can you become anything?" 

"I think so."

"Would you care to demonstrate?" 

"What? Like right now?" 

"Yeah; what kind of stuff do you turn into?" 

He sprouted feathers, feathered wings emerged from his back, and he flapped them, lifting himself into the air and flew around a bit, swirling around and diving again. Saoirse's eyes glistened, "wow! I wish I could fly!" 

He smiled and said, "I don't just fly!"

 He then swooped up into the air, beating his wings, and lifting himself into the sky. His feathered skin slowly began shifting, feathers falling off of him as if he were burning in the sunlight changing him from a white feathered boy to a black scaled dragon. 

He elongated his body, becoming a long dragon and whipped around in the wind like a ribbon. 

Then, diving towards her, he transformed his taloned hands to human ones and picked her up, swooping her around and tossed her up, then he whipped around and as she fell he was suddenly underneath her. 

She grabbed onto the horns on his head and he climbed back up into the sky. 

The cool breeze whipped through her hair and she breathed it in, fresh and clean. 

Saoirse planted her feet onto his scaled back with ice and slowly stood up like she were surfing, spreading her arms out and feeling the wind go in between her fingertips.

 "Aaahhhh!!!! She exclaimed with excitement. "It's like I'm flying!!!!" 

"You are flying!" He said in his thundering voice. She ran along his long back towards his tail and planted her feet again. 

She swiped her hands in a pushing motion and ice came out of her fingertips and frosted the air. Ice trailed behind him and it was like he was painting the sky with his tail. 

They danced in the clouds for a while, and as he cut through the ice dust she had left in his wake, frost blasted his scaled face and he coated it in feathers to keep himself warmer.

 Then white feathers coated his black body too and instantly they frosted a bit making him shine in the cold sunlight.

Saoirse coated herself with fur like if she were wearing a white coat. She let out her wolf ears and smiled wide. 

Sirius dove towards the ground and as he approached he slowed down. His feathers flew off of him as the wind blew them away to reveal his human form again. He was now holding Saoirse in a warm embrace, his feathers now black, intertwining with her white fur like yin and yang. 

He exhaled, his breath swirling in the cold air like smoke. The two twirled midair, slowly flapping his strong wings to keep them hovering there until his clawed feet touched the ground. Then he gently set her down making sure her belly was ok. 

She sprawled out on the grass on her back and breathed hard, calming herself. Catching her breath, her face glowing with joy, she expressed the feelings on her mind. "It's like we're twin souls, Sirius. I've never felt anything like this."

The two of them lay down on the soft grass, side by side, with the sky stretched endlessly above them. The warmth of the sun kissed their skin while a gentle breeze played with the blades of grass.

 Saoirse's hand found his, and in that moment, everything felt perfectly still. Slowly, the world became a soft hum-the sounds of insects and the gentle breeze rustling the leaves in the aspen trees in the corner of the yard- and the earth cradled them and their eyes grew heavy. Sirius pulled her closer and their heads touched and they drifted off into a peaceful nap. 

When Sirius woke up, he was still holding onto her hand. It was nice. He looked up at the clouds. The sun had gone a bit further across the sky. It was probably going to be time to leave soon for Pembrookeshire. 

He rolled over and got up, leaving her to rest a bit longer, and went to the cobblestone courtyard she had been training in. He found a broomstick in the shed and attempted to do the moves he had seen Saoirse do. 

He was trained at the police academy a little bit in Krav Maga so he could defend himself, but she had done something else entirely, some form of northern werewolf combat style which he had never seen before. 

He didn't know how to use a sword really, but the way she did it made him feel like he wanted to learn. 

He stood with his stance wide and squatted a bit, straightening his back and held his broomstick sword, swirling it around like she had done and realized he didn't know what he was doing. 

Then he chuckled and set the broomstick down. When he turned to go inside the house, he saw Saoirse was watching him incredulously. 

"Your stance should be about a foot apart front to back." She demonstrated it to him and her stance seemed a bit wider though. 

He took it to be because of her belly. Still he pointed it out to her that she had her legs more than a shoulder width apart. "That's more than a foot." He said, not understanding. 

"From front to back," she corrected him, "see my left foot is right here, and about a foot back, you see my right? It's fine if they are diagonally wider, but front to back, one foot.

She showed him that her stance was indeed firm and not squatting like many swordsmen.

He assumed she just couldn't squat. Though she actually had been pretty agile on his back. He was sweating the whole time as if he would drop her. But it had been so fun he felt like his young should be in the air. It was a wierd feeling flying with her.