Freefalling from that great height, Elua folded her spiritual sense tight as her essence field molded the gases around her. All her attention shifted to the sort of practice she could never reasonably do at home. The sort of 'flight' made easier by denser essence being already present - and without the need to monitor who was watching.
Jets of air pushed against and circled the annoyed Ogre Fairy's form in jagged, frustrated bursts. Her silver dress whipped and snapped around her legs as she tumbled through the first hundred feet, angry essence manipulation sending her spinning and cartwheeling in graceless arcs.
'Stupid, stubborn, impossible woman. One-track mind. In my day, people would have loved to spend months trapped with a stronger cultivator that both talked to them and hadn't killed them on sight!'
