"Good thing I like it rough," she teases back, grin widening. "Not expecting to win, just trying to learn as much as I can and get a right proper workout on the way there."

Chambui - gathers up some water from the lakeshore they're still standing next to, and then shouts, "Race you!" Even as she is already standing and leaning forward on the crest of a little miniature wave rushing along the plain, accelerating fast.

Hailey grins, running after her and then leaping, trusting her intuition, trusting the wind to catch her. Trusting something is a strange feeling, but the wind feels weirdly trustworthy.

She tumbles at first, rolling through the air and improvising something like a half-arsed handspring off the ground, before having the thought to try mixing elements here.

She's the summoned heroine, off to get the practice she needs to beat the bloody tar out of whatever's causing the problems, and impress the girl while she's at it. Stabilizing this flight to keep up with her on the way there is only proper.

That helps balance things, and she shoots closer.