Lyra giggled when she finally reached the top of the Ginkgo tree.
She didn't name who won, mainly cause she wasn't competitive enough
to care. "Look at the view," Lyra sighed in awe and leaned over the
tree. Not being careful enough, she flung off the tree and
airborne. "Eek!" She shrieked, and clasped her hands together for
concentration. Her eyes squeezed shut, and she suddenly fluttered
down like paper, as if riding the wind. Being a Weather Fantasy had
its advantages. She wriggled her feet a little and drifted on the
ground, with a bow. "I've been working on that," She said, pleased.
Walking away, she skipped off into where about.