Tommy laughed at her idea, although he wasn't sure what would happen if the spell wore off and she were a mile high.  He had a feeling the end wouldn't be good.  "Probably could, but then what would I do with my days then?" he teased right back, turning his head down for a moment to let his neck relax before looking back up.<br/><br/>From her higher vantage point, Valla could easily see they were at most five minutes away from the camp.  It was tough to see other clearings, even those larger than the one they were nearly out of, but from up high it was easy to see all of the camps, even their old beach-front camp that the other group still used.  To the northeast were the mountains, four distinct with maybe a few traversable passes between them, but they rose much sharper than seemed normal - not that she had seem many other mountain ranges.  If she looked to her left a few dozen degrees she could see the hills rolling down from the range and the river that flowed - including the waterfall.  It was much further than even Tommy had thought he traveled, she could easily assume.  Back the other direction the mountains tapered into the ocean, meaning the only way around them were via sailing, the hills or the passes.  Behind her was endless ocean under a perfectly clear sky, vastly different from the terrible storm that doomed them there.