A Guardian's Rite

“We could swim,” Grace swept her hand out over the ocean’s choppy waves.
“Or take a cruise.” Jonathan pointed to a cruise ship docked in the bay.
Grace looked up at the sky, “Or we could fly.”
Jonathan grimaced.
“Not in a plane, Jonathan—just fly.” She jumped up into the air and glided over the beach and then came back and lowered herself to the ground.
“Or we could take a cruise,” Jonathan repeated as the ship’s horn sounded.
“Or you could just will yourself there,” a voice said behind them. Jonathan turned and was surprised.