Aryel spiraled upwards in a wide circle, her legs still galloping as if she was running in the air. Her wide, powerful wings caught an updraft and she managed to draw level with the bird. She put on another burst of power, gliding around the avian and ending in a flapping hover in front of it. "Watch this!" she cried, folding her wings and diving, angling into a spin. Diving always gave her vertigo, though, so she angled into a climb before she went too far. No sense in impaling herself on the trees.
Vicer and Aryel's new threads never happened.