Diana let go of his arm, twirling around in a slow, sensual circle, her chin raised as she admired the birds. Some of them came from places so far away that they seemed of another world.

Bright sunbursts of color from places so far away that she would never see them for real.

Joyous and sad, all at once. Which was probably more than she was capable of feeling.

"I think it would be fun to fly," she murmured, her gaze settling once more on Stefan.