To Flow or to Fly - Part 4

So many men came at him with so many different intentions. Some would try and trick him, and make him follow their eyes towards something else, forcing upon him their flow, to a degree that he didn't like. In such instances, he'd feel a spark of childish anger. Just enough, for a single instant, to crush that which came before him.

It was a complicated thing. He was both full of emotion, and entirely bereft of it. It was both anti-flow, and flow of the most profound sort. Whatever it was, Oliver was fully aware that it was the only reason that he was able to keep standing. He knew that if he tried to grasp for it with his hand, and force understanding of it, he would lose his magic, and fall crashing down to the earth, where he ought to have been already.

There came a moment when, achievement almost pulled him from the sky.