She chortled and spun the hard black lace. Sweet, delightful air rushed past her wings.
She grinned and hopped backward, watching. It spun and spun!
Oh! Such fun!
Below, her provider paused and looked up. Now he would see.
She jumped and grabbed hold of the pretty blackness and yanked, wings beating furiously.
It was off! It spun faster and faster, until she hardly needed to make it go. Wind pushed her forward, glorious, speedy air. It was better than her provider’s big metal den.
“Sofia!” Her provider stood below her, waving his hands. “No! No, Sofia. Sit.”
Concerned, she let go and drifted down. He only sounded like that when some danger tried to cut off her wings.
“Good girl.” His hands cupped her back, warm and comforting. “What were you doing up there anyway, huh? We’ll get you some sugar and you can play in your cart, okay? But stay away from the mill.”