A/N: Okay, so this is just a kinda cute oneshot that I wrote a long time ago. Have fun!
Flying. Once again, she was flying through the air, the wind whistling through her hair, pressing against her ears.
It was just like the old days of her childhood, both in the Yamani Islands and back at Mindelan, when she had soared through the air on the old rope swings.
You would run up, jump crazily onto the rough hemp seat. Your legs and arms pumping, flying higher and higher, so high that you felt like you were climbing over the tops of the trees.
You would soar higher and higher, the wind flapping against your face, kicking and pumping until you could go no further.
Finally, in one smooth moment, you let go, feel your body soar, weightless, through the empty air, lighter than any bird.
After an eternity of flailing your arms in suspended animation, you would fall, slowly, gracefully, into the water.
The splash would be loud and wet and cool, the chill of the depths running pleasant shivers across your bare, sun browned limbs.
Haha! So this wasn't so bad! Flying out of the saddle was just like the old days on the rope swings when she was little. She had loved those swings.
But then, her body hit the ground, all at once, with a sickening crack. There was a flash of agony, and then her body went numb. Her last thought before she blacked out was, Oh yeah, there is one difference...
This time, I landed on the ground.