Damaris is happy to help! Or at least happy to try. Definitely happy to demonstrate proper takeoff technique.

Peninnah watches her intently. She tries. She does not get off the ground. "I dunno what I do wrong!" she exclaims.

"I dunno either!" says Damaris. "Lemme see."

Peninnah tries it again.

"What'd you do different?"

"Dars, I already know you can fly and not fly whenever," complains Peninnah.

"I'm trying to figure out what the difference is!" she says. "You can try too, watch my wings!"

Peninnah watches her sister's wings intently.

There is a difference in how she uses them, when she's taking off and when she's staying on the ground. It's hard to describe, but it's there.

Peninnah adjusts as best she can, and jogs and flaps. She gets a little lift, but doesn't get much of anywhere. This doesn't stop her from being excited about it.

"See? You did it a little!" says Damaris. "Try again!"

Peninnah tries, gets aloft, and completely fails to correct for no longer wanting to ascend; she starts spiraling up and up and up.

Damaris chases after her to demonstrate gliding.

Peninnah is initially very nervous about the concept of holding her wings still in order to accomplish anything in midair, but eventually she manages it, promptly loses too much altitude and has to flap wildly, and tries again to somewhat better effect.

Damaris encourages her every flap of the way!

Peninnah glides, and realizes at the last minute she's going to overshoot and crash into a wall, and brakes, and falls to the ground from four feet up and five away from the wall - she runs a few steps to keep her footing and smacks, mercifully hands-first, into said wall.

"You did it!" says Damaris.

"Kinda!" giggles Pen.

"You can practice and get better!"

"I can!" And Peninnah has two more false starts, successfully takes off, and begins trying swooping sorts of tricks that are a bit too advanced for her and having to correct her course a lot.

Damaris takes off again, the better to keep an eye on her sister.