FireDance by Viola Grace Page A

created stone houses, a temple, a town square and stone flowers and trees. The chugging hum of the moving city was a constant background to her efforts.
    Her mind held the barricades effortlessly. Her elements of fire and stone came to her easily when she was manipulating both and not trying to create one or the other.
    A horn blasted and she nodded, looking for her pickup. The second major diversion needed her attention, and the only way she was going to get there was if someone came to get her.
    It took an hour, but finally, a flier came toward her. It landed next to her, and Hahvi was surprised to see Rackon at the controls. “Where is Aliora?”
    “Testifying against Thakeri. One of dozens. They had to have the trial immediately to allow the nullification to stand.”
    She nodded and got on board. “Pardon if I am too hot, but I don’t want to cool down before I work on the second diversion.”
    He smiled, but she noted that he was pressed tightly to the controls. “I understand. Just pick your spot, and I will put you there.”
    She nodded, and they skimmed past the city where many of the population were out and watching the events. They waved and called out as Rackon and Hahvi flew past.
    “This is a big day for everyone.” Hahvi was finally grasping the enormity of what they were doing.
    He laughed. “I am glad you have figured that out. The talented of the Bormaic were not here as survivors, they were rejected from all colonies that they applied to. The rest of our race is scattered and blended through the stars, but we are stuck here.”
    “You got into the Citadel, though.”
    “Yes, but there is little reason to remain away from home. Counsel talents are thick on the ground, so unless someone is in a coma, a dream master is not of much use.”
    She fidgeted. “You could come with me.”
    He blinked at her in surprise. “You would enjoy my company?”
    She blushed, “More than your company, but I am not sure about your inclinations on the matter.”
    He grinned. “We will discuss this later, when you are not melting the metal beneath your feet.”
    She chuckled and looked to see that he was right. She was too hot to be this close to him. “Sorry.”
    “Don’t be. It isn’t my flier.”
    Hahvi laughed and pointed out her drop site. He got her close, and she dropped to the edge of the valley, settling against the hard rock while she waited for him to get to safety.
    Humming to herself, she redirected the lava trail, hooked it around the mountain it snaked past and back to the main river.
    The diversion caused the waves to harden, and soon, the city was approaching at a slow and steady pace.
    The underside of the city was exposed to her as it approached, and it took Hahvi a minute before she realized what it would mean to her.
    She created a shelter out of the hardening stone, an archway that would keep the waves of air from suffocating her. It was a peculiar fact that air moving too rapidly was almost as bad as not enough.
    Breathing took on a awkward intensity during the hour that it took for the city to pass overhead completely.
    She was relieved in the extreme as a flier landed near her. She slithered out of her compartment and walked up to the flier.
    Rackon smiled, but there was worry in his eyes. “Are you doing well?”
    She nodded. “This stuff is easy. The city ought to be in place tomorrow. I may need to do some minor shifting, but it will be safe and sound. Where is Aliora?”
    He sighed, “Still at the trial. Baron Thakeri is claiming that there is no proof that he used psychic seduction as he has never been tested for such.”
    Hahvi nodded. “I understand. Do you have access to the Citadel or Alliance records?”
    “Of course.”
    “Is there any sort of video record of my arrival?”
    “Yes, why? What are you getting at?”
    She nodded for him to fly. “I will explain as we go.”
    With the records in hand, a tired Hahvi went to the trial. She was read into the record, and she