Ten feet of wingspan stretched out on either side of Myra. Her milky white wings seemed to almost shine in the bright sunlight as she stroked downward to go higher in the air. She had been looping in large arcs above the field the mock battle would take place, which she hoped would be soon. It seemed like she had been waiting forever for it to begin when finally she had decided to go for a fly, and now her she was. Banking left she headed toward a cloud that was around the size of a bus, tilting her wings she leveled her body out and soared right through the cloud, cutting it in half. Flying through the cloud was almost like walking through mist, wetting her skin. Myra looked down at the other students, who unlike her, didn't have the luxury to be able to fly. And by the looks of it the battle would be starting soon, sighing Myra decided it was time to head down, but first... Myra tilted her body upward stroking her wings hard and fast and she flew higher and higher. Leveling out once more she took a moment to 'stretch' as she rotated the 'wrists' of her wings, taking a moment to feel the wind rushing through her feathers before suddenly tucking them into her back, sending her plummeting toward the ground.<br/><br/><br/>The wind ripped through her hair as she gained speed, wild laughter escaped her lips as adrenaline filled her veins and pumped through her. This was her way of having fun, and she could only imagine what people thought of her free-fall.<span style="font-style: italic">If only they knew the feeling.</span>Suddenly Myra opened her wings and caught the air, almost like a parachute. Taking a wide loop around the field she slowed her speed, finally landing near some fellow archers. Looking around at everyone she attempted to tame the wild mess her hair had become from dancing in the wind, a grin plastered to her face, her heart still racing with excitement. "Well, that was amazing." She spoke to no one in particular. Shaking her wings she ruffled the feathers back into place, and tucked them in once again. A small sigh escaping her lips.