James didn't argue. There wasn't nearly as much reason to be afraid now that she knew the impact wasn't going to hurt her. The second time she stood on the edge of the cloud, it was only her own instincts of self-preservation she had to overcome. Jumping came far easier then. By the tenth time, she managed to reduce her speed enough that she didn't vanish into the clouds in a puff of smoke. By the time it was dark, she could jump without being afraid. It was hard to stay frightened of something she knew perfectly well wasn't going to cause her any harm. She had mastered basic gliding.