A place for the rest of us

Maggie smiled softly. "I'd had a feeling that's what it was, or who, I should say. Her fingers found the places on his arms where the elemental runes were inked into his skin. "My magic can feel yours when it's near, when you are. And even though I don't feel heat and cold like the mundane, I feel warmed to my bones when it is. Like being wrapped in the warmest flames or, better, like being right where I am now, wrapped in your arms."

For emphasis, she snuggled into him. "And I feel freer because of it. Lighter. I swear, sometimes my feet aren't even touching the ground."