jetstream:


Her mother had explained it to her countless times, that she had simply commanded that the air carry her and it had obeyed.  The winds and air had lifted the young Ororo, keeping her aloft instead of throwing her to the ground.  It sounded simple enough, but what sounded easy could in actuality be very complicated.  That is why Chara decided that she wasn't just going to trust that the air and wind would listen to her and obey the sound of conviction in her voice.  She made sure she had a safety net, literally, set up for her in the Danger Room that she could fall into when she jumped from a pretty solid height.

As the net caught her for the fifth time, the thrill of falling had worn off.  Now she was just getting annoyed.

"Is there a magic word or something?"  Chara grumbled a bit as she started her climb back up to attempt a sixth leap.