Short Story - The Flying Witch - Grant Eagar

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Prompt: She floated on the air
Angelica thought since she had the afternoon all to herself this would be a good time to experiment with her magic. She walked to a secluded meadow surrounded by oak trees. She closed her eyes and extended her hands.
When she was around Granny, she felt so inhibited, constantly told to control her magic and plan out beforehand how she was going to use the magic and what the counterspells were. So many wonderful spells were off-limits simply because there were no counterspells for them. Did it hurt to have a love spell when there was no good remedy other than lots and lots and lots of time? Ugh.
Today with no one around she was going to play with one of those forbidden spells, what harm could come from a simple breeze? She concentrated and lifted her hands high in the air and began dancing about the clearing and offering incantations. Soon the leaves on the ground were being blown about her. She spun and the wind spun around her and she felt a lifting sensation then opened her eyes and she was fifty feet in the air. She shrieked and tried to slow the wind-down but it continued to build until it was a small tornado and she was several hundred feet in the air, going around and around and around. Mayhap the wind thing was not a good idea. She tried to steady herself so she could stop spinning and finally stopped with the wind spinning around her. She now could see for miles around. This would be a grand adventure if I wasn’t about to die.
So, what is the opposite of wind?... Calm, she had remembered how she had calmed an angry goat, it had taken a bit of magic, but he was as calm as a lamb. As if lambs were calm, more like frolicking which is what the wind was. She extended her hands and could feel the spirit of the wind and offered a calming incarnation, relaxed, and let a calmness spell go into the wind. This was difficult since she did not feel at all calm, more like scared to death. The wind did not change right away but after a couple of minutes she could sense it slowing and she started dropping. She glanced down at the ground rushing toward her, am I going to be planted like a tree. She frantically tried to whip up a little wind and there was a woosh just before she hit the ground.
Angelica looked up from the ground and removed the mud and leaves from her face. It took a minute for her to catch her breath. Granny was standing in the clearing with her arms folded and a scowl on her face. “And what do you think you were doing young lady?”
Angelica offered a sheepish smile. “I was just making a little breeze and it got out of hand.” Angelica stood and limped up to her grandmother.
It appears you have sprained your ankle, what am I going to do with you? Have a seat on this stump and I’ll bind your foot up.” Granny pulled some cloth out of her pocket and began dressing the young witch’s ankle.
“How did you find me?”
“I have a sense for how long it takes you to get in trouble once left alone. You are lucky to be alive.”
“The wind was both extraordinary seeing for miles around and a bit scary. I don’t think I’ll do it again. I’ve always wanted to make a breeze and I even discovered a counterspell.”
“Yes, it is fortunate you did the counterspell, that tornado could have gotten out of hand. Now promise me, or not, no use making your make promises you have no intention of keeping.”
Angelica winced. “Mayhap I’ll keep this one.”