A Little more than jsut that

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte sighed and rubbed her eyes.

Boys are so stupid, she thought, why doesn't he just tell her?

She repeated the same thing out loud.

'Stop being stupid and just tell her - trust her enough to tell her the truth, I am sure she is capable of some sensible reaction.' Flyte doubted it though after the scene in the resteraunt - but this girl for all her psychosis loved Jurrell..

'you need to give her a chance..'

[Jurrell Hall Kennedy]

"I did tell her" He snapped. "I explained it to her when we first met" "I told her that if if this ever happened I need to leave her" He cried into his knees. "I told her I loved her and she said she trusted me" "but now she thinks I'm lying she thinks it won't happen again she doesn't realise how much its hurting me" "I just wish she could understand... Just wish it could be easier like sitting in the snow".

[Flyte Vance]

'maybe she isn't ready to understand..' or capable, Flyte thought, biting her lip to stop herself saying it out loud.

'I know it hurts Jurrell, I can feel how much it hurts... but maybe you just need to tell her you love her, that this is real and hurting you both and make her understand.. it didn't seem like she was willing to let you go without a fight..' Flyte winced at the memory of the girl's attack.

[Jurrell Hall Kennedy]

He looked down. She was making it sound as simple as that. She didn't know Sylvia she didn't know Jurrell. "Thank you" He said simple. He was greatful she was trying but it realy wasn't helping. "It's really not that simple you don't know me" He wiped his eyes and began to get up. "I might be leaving now I don't think you can help... sorry" He said walking over to the window his head hung low.

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte walked up behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders.

'You have to stop running Jurrell..' She spoke softly, almost whispering. 'I don't know either of you - you are right.. but I can feel your fear and I understand it...'

She hesitated to say what she knew she had too but did so anyways.

'Maybe I should tell you why I was sent to Hogwarts..'

[Jurrell Hall Kennedy]

Jurrell turned around to face her his face void of emotion. His touch once again slightly hurting him. Full of fear for what he slightly felt. He hoped for the love of god that she didn;t know what he was feeling. He was speachless. "Sure" He coughed out feeling butterfly's growing from his stomache to his dry throat wandering if she knew how he felt.

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte was distracted by her memories rushing back. She saw him nod and she took a deep breath, leaning against the wall beside him.

'My family is from Africa, I was born in London but we have lived in Africa longer than I can remember..' Flyte smiled at the thought of home. 'My childhood was idyllic, we lived in a large house the Ministry gave us, my father works for a branch of the Ministry of Magic there... anyways, I played with the local children, free of any of the horrors that you all faced here.'

Flyte unconsciously began to rub her leg with her hand, as she got more involved with her story.

'I grew up in a country filled with tribal magics, shamans, shape shifters, magical beasts everywhere - these things are normal to me. I watched my friends change into all sorts of beasts, flying and running, things that my human body was incapable of. How I longed to fly more than anything in this world, to experience the freedom..

When I was 15 my best friend Zviko and I went to a tribal gathering, there was much dancing and celebrations. The drums beat through the night and I was swallowed up in the excitement.. then I saw him. The most beautiful man I had ever seen, staring at me across the fire..'

Flytes hands began to tremble as did her voice and she struggled to breathe, taking a moment to shut her eyes.

[Jurrell Hall Kennedy]

He lsitened to her story his eyes mirroring care in them. He crosse dhis legs and sat up on the window sill lsitening to her. Jurrell nodded reminising his times in places like that. He had never talked to children though to shy to interact. He didn't mention it though wanting her to continue with her story. He watched her hands tremble and he grabbed her hand. "don't worry you don't need to talk" He said. "I told you I wasn't normal remember" He said placing his hand on her forhead. "Just let me here what happened" He said preparing himself for the pain of her thoughts.

(UMM like i know Jurrell has like way to many things in him but as a child he was in places like that with his dad... A Travelling Healer)(Just wante dyou to know)

[Flyte Vance]

He had approached her, taking her hands and looking deep into her eyes, his skin as black as ebony, his eyes like jet.. he led her away from the fire, she couldn't resist his lure.

He had known all her secrets, it was his magic, he could see her yearning to fly, her need for freedom and he played to that. I will give you what you want... you can pay me later... he had shown her and she readily agreed..

he came to her each night, the sound of the drums proceeding him, he would appear and take her from her bed..

he gave her what her heart most desired, flight. she flew like an eagle on the wind, soaring -free.. it was bliss and she was happy. She loved him for it and he smiled at her indulgent

Until he demanded his payment.

Running through the desert, the wind in her hair, the sound of lions behind her, running. An impala leaping away.. he had laughed when he told her that she must pay him with her life.. she had run so far without looking that she found herself on the edge of a cliff overlooking the villages and the life she had known...

the lions had caught her at last, standing over her, lion jaws opening wide enough to crush her skull, she had fallen to her knees and scrambled backwards, away from them..

and fallen.

her body remembering the joy of flight sang out victorious but it was no longer in her power to shift, she had not given him the price he asked for and she fell to the ground below, shattering.

They had taken her to the witchdoctor Kamahazi and he had bought her back, just.

'I am not allowed to fly again, ever.. at all' her voice was a hushed whisper. 'I am forfeit the moment I step into his domain, tower windows are all I am allowed of what I love.. for he who I loved best is of the air most of all and he is mad that I failed to pay him..'

[Jurrell Hall Kennedy]

He found himself in tears once more from the memory. He fell back onto the ground gripping his head his nose bleeding slightly. The memory was powerful. "I am so sorry" He said to her not caring for his own pain. He never did he had always thought about others first and usually never himself. He knew when he thought about himself someone got hurt by it. He looked out into the night Flight. He and Sylvia had shared something just as beautiful as flight the first night they met.

[Flyte Vance]

'Its okay, its just that I understand what its like to have a secret, a complusion.. as much as I am not allowed to do it - all I want is to fly.. You have no idea how much I struggle to keep from throwing myself out this window..' Flyte held onto the ledge so tight her knuckles turned white.

'He calls to me constantly.. I understand your voice.. I have one.'

[Jurrell Hall Kennedy]

Jurrell could feel her pain these too where in the same boat. They had one fo the same problems never being ableto have the thing they loved. He looked out the window. He looked at her. "he said you can't fly" He decided to give her a gift. He walked to the back of the room facing her. He smiled widely. "Just don't let go" He said to her. He ran at unatural speed hugged her tight and with the force of his powerful wolf legs took off into the sky with her.

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte was swept into the air by Jurrell, the wind rushed by her and she couldn't stand to close her eyes.

The whistling of the wind in her ears soon became a voice calling to her, pleading with her, whispering sweet nothings, her heart beat speed up and she could almost feel him with her. His arms around her, cradling her near.. but no, she had to remind herself constantly.. its only Jurrell.

Her heart sang in response to his words at the same time as her body exalted in the feeling of freedom...

[Jurrell Hall Kennedy]

The wind whispered past the stars a blur the green below smiled at them as Jurrells force was soon dying and it started coming closer. He cradled her in closer to him making sure her legs where not too far in front of her. He landed ellegently on a branch the force being lost into his legs muscle. Then he looked up with the emrald eyes hopping across the bestilled stars and let his legs take them back into the skies.

[Flyte Vance]

Flyte laughed out loud and enjoyed the thrill of the ride, she held onto Jurrell and trusted him that it would be okay.

'You are Crazy Jurrell!' she shouted.