A few years older than little Tao, Azura has long master the art of her flight, rising cheerily into the sky (although sometimes she still paddles her legs as if running, but that’ll stop, in time.) Now the second battle begins – control.

Presently the wind still pulls her this way and that, and if she loses focus on her flight, such as when chatting or listening to a master, she will very slowly begin to sink back down. She has to twist and push through the air a great deal to move and turn, and as a result becomes tired very quickly.

The power of wingless flight is a hard-earned one, but if mastered, will allow limitless soaring with almost no physical effort. There are still many long months of practice ahead, but the reward is beyond compare.