Anora’s mouth dropped open at being a descendant of someone with an element bound to them. Unlike Dan who switched topics as if he had just told her that her great-great-grandfather was an ice cream man, she only half heard his next words, consumed with the first thought.
	“Asia,” she corrected him absently. She held a hand in front of her, summoning a couple minuscule clouds of her mist around her fingers. The glittering substance swirled with an almost eager playfulness, ever ready to do her bidding.
	Her brows furrowed as she tried to think of what element could possibly look like her powers. As far as she could tell, it wasn’t exactly an element, per say, she controlled, but some sort of energy. But then, that's exactly what some elements were, wasn't it? Energy?
	Her eyes widened and she inhaled as a thought struck her. There were more than your four classic base elements, after all. Especially depending on what culture you asked.
	She quickly turned back in her seat, heart beating quicker with the anticipation of at long last knowing what, exactly, she could do.
	The typical gentle glow of her eyes faded as she released her powers and opened her mouth to confirm her suspicion. But Ahllasta reaching to press the buttons on the center console gave her pause and made her heart jump for an entirely different reason.
	Worry at what Ahllasta had done pushed her excitement aside. Noticing the woman had taken her energy bar, Anora glanced quickly between the wrapped food and where she had sat it.
	She frowned and opened her mouth to give an annoyed, yet surprised “Hey!” but the woman’s irate mutterings made her shut her mouth. The last thing she needed was to further irritate Ahllasta. Her eyes narrowed, wondering what, exactly, made Ahllasta hate Dan—or his organization—and Darsby so ardently. And not for the first time. But she didn’t have time to dwell on that, or the minor theft.
	Anora gasped and turned fully forward when the car began to sputter and change, its exterior stretching in a way no normal, human-made car could stretch. Her breath caught in her throat. She tightly gripped the edge of her seat near her legs as the car began to rise into the air with a couple downward strokes from the feathered—[i]feathered![/i]—wings that had sprouted from the car.
	“Holy Valkeries!” Anora breathed
	Once the initial shock wore off, she quickly pulled part of the seatbelt over her head for more maneuverability and practically pressed her nose against the window. She had her hand on the crank for the window, but thought better of opening it; what of the world she could still make out below blew by with impossible speed. And she rather liked her head and hands where they were.
	She exhaled heavily as a grin spread over her face. They were [i]flying.[/i] In a car. With wings.
	“This thing would make the Weasley’s jealous!” She ran her fingers through her bangs. The desire to lean out the window and touch the inky feathers made her fingers itch. “This is [i]amazing![/i] What’d you do, turn a Pegasus into a car, or vice versa?”
	Dan’s voice reminded her of his presence.
	“Huh?” she turned again to look at the back seat. Her gaze paused on Darsby, the easier of the two within her sight. He looked the most comfortable with the situation than he had since she met him.
	[i]This… is normal to them,[/i] she reminded herself. Flying cars, spidery monsters, magic—all of it was just another day for them. On the other hand, adrenaline and the thrill of adventure and meeting the bizarre buzzed through her, only adding more emotions to her already over-clogged brain. Her stomach did a few excited flips. The whole situation was crazy—completely insane—but she couldn’t help but enjoy it. Some of it, at least. 
	She eyed Dan worriedly at the noises he made. Her brows furrowed as she tried to figure out if he was trying to laugh, clear his throat, or if was about to burst into flames or something else to add to her ever-growing List of Weird.
	“Okay,” she breathed as he mimicked Darsby and looked out his window. She turned fully to get as good a look at him as she could. “Backing up, here. My powers. They’re… am I controlling aether? Or is there another element I’m missing?”