Gravity was her friend. It fought vertigo and, in free-fall, she didn’t need to exhaust magic on keeping herself airborne. That magic was better spent holding a thin corona around her and the vessel to protect herself from the winds. Her fingers froze; her braid felt like it would rip from her scalp. Magic cracked, reaching a crescendo as she pushed through, parting the clouds and opening Loom to her like an abysmal present.
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