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I shook my head vehemently.
“Never!” I said.
“Come on. I’ll do it with you.”
“Are you crazy?”
He approached me and gently pried my hands from the tree trunk. I held onto him tight.
“We’re going to sail over the side now,” he said. “Are you ready? You will want to keep your eyes open. You don’t want to miss this.”
“Wanna bet? You know what? I think I’ve seen enough. Take me down.”
He held me in his powerful arms and threw us over the edge.
I tried to stop him but it was no use.
The wind whipped my hair into a frenzy. My scream was half a squeal that barely squeezed from between my lips. Then something soft and gentle wrapped around my legs, ass, head, and shoulders. We slowed as gravity ceased its hold on us. Blood rushed to my head. Then the vines gently lifted us back up, upside down, my hair hanging about my face.
I opened my eyes and witnessed the ground receding. My heart was in my throat, beating a mile a minute. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
Then I burst into laughter, giggling like a crazy person. The vines placed me back on the branch alongside Dyrel.
“That wasn’t so bad, huh?” Dyrel said.
“The second half was okay,” I said.
Dyrel chuckled.
I placed a hand to the trunk of the tree and rubbed my hand over the bark.
“Thank you,” I said.
Dyrel placed his hand next to mine and tapped it.
“Thank you for your kindness,” he said. “Titans have a very close relationship with nature. I suppose all species do. It’s where most of us come from. And, ultimately, where we return in the end. Death has never scared Titans. Sure, they’d prefer not to go but when they do, they know they’ll be taken care of.”
“It’s a beautiful way to think about death,” I said. “I wish humans thought more like that. We’re afraid of death.”
“Modern Titan society is the same. You work so hard for the things you have that you never want to let them go. The trick is to make the most of every minute of every day. That way, it’s not such a sad thing to let it go knowing you’ve lived a life well spent.”
“Is that how you’ve been spending your life?”
“No.”
Then he turned to look at me.
“Not until recently,” he said.
My knees felt weak and a shiver rushed through me when he said those words.
I wanted those lips on mine, to feel them, to taste them.
I pulled my eyes from him, afraid I might expose my weakness for him.
He lowered his hands to me. One hand on my waist, the other interweaved with my other hand.
“Now, we must learn to dance,” he said.
