Suddenly Layla when into a straight dive. The trees and rocks came into clearer and clearer focus and then, Nimue and Maric were free falling toward a meadow of deep emerald green grass. Nimue squealed with delight but she noticed that Maric had gone the color of spoiled milk. Layla hovered over them and began to flap her wings in such a way that she created a downdraft which pulled against gravity. As their fall slowed, Nimue reached her hand out to Maric and yelled,<br/><br/>"Bend your knees when you hit the ground. It will cushion the blow. Once you feel your feet touch, run."<br/><br/>She did exactly that as if she had practiced this before, which she had. Nimue touched down as light as thistle down and began to run with the momentum of the fall. Throwing her arms out wide, she pretended she was flying under her own power. Her laughter rang from the rocks on the hillsides around her.<br/>When the speed finally wore off, she trotted to a stop and went back to check on Maric.