"Every time I try to control them, they just flop. And when I relax, they try to make me fly."

For just an instant she imagined creeping down to the City and soaring high over the buildings. Then she imagined the wings disappearing, and her falling. No. No high flying for her.

"Well, that's one good thing." She let go with her hands, and then her feet, and slowly hovered up above the couch. One foot, five feet - but how was she supposed to steer?