Kyle was sure that he could communicate with the aliens through music. It had long been theorized that it was a universal concept. And for a moment it seemed to work, but his captors used a motif he couldn't get a handle on, and so his plan, and body, fell apart.
Floating, Mariel practiced meditation to gain control.
Minutes passed while she tried to open her mind like a lotus flower. When she dared to peak around her, her body had once again left the water and hovered in the cool morning air. She'd have to try again.
Willow was supposed to be like her namesake, strong but flexible, surviving the winds and storms. But after the fae took her family, and after they tried to come after her, she snapped and grew legs and decided to be something that could bite instead.
I've found a meadow to rest in. And in the center of that meadow is a lovely huge circle of red-capped mushrooms. I will step through; maybe the fae will have A place devoid of the vapid and ugly hearts that I'd grown weary of. Wish me luck!