The cloaked figure quickly walked across the stone platforms that were build into the mountain of the Air Kingdom. The black cloak fluttered silently behind the figure, dragging slightly on the ground for the person was a little on the short side. She quickly stepped onto the ledge of one of the platforms and without pausing dove head-first off of the ledge. The fall was hundreds of feet until the ground.
Ginevra's arms were outspread, enjoying the fall and the adrenaline rush. Her hood had been blown off of her head and her black hair was pushed back from the rushing wind. She began to do turns and flips in the air. Ginevra was very flexible and wearing tight clothing, besides her cloak, allowed her to maneuver through the air with ease. Stopping, was completely different.
Steadying herself so that her feet were facing the ground, she spread out her arms and from her hands came an opposing wind to the rushing one. Ginevra made the wind from her hands push hard against the rushing wind. It was hard and her arms required much strength to keep them outspread. Before she hit the ground, she began to slow down, but she didn't make her wind strong enough.
Ginevra hit the ground a little harder than she had planned. Her ankles buckled beneath her and she fell to the ground with a small scream. It didn't hurt, it was just unexpected, but as soon as she sat up, her ankles began to throb. She had had sprained ankles before, and from what she could tell, they weren't sprained, just... in pain. She remained sitting and took off her boots and began to slowly stretch her ankles.