A cold wind brushed past Parsey as she stood on the cliff face with her classmates, and the pervert. She took a deep breath and studied the mid morning sun in the distance, and the light it cast on the trees below. She sighed and pulled her dress closer, which seemed to be a nervous habit at this point, before studying the launch pad. It was an odd shade of gray, that seemed to be embedded in the ground. With a sigh she crouched and nodded, preparing for flight. She wasn't prepared when she was launched. Parsey was thrown into the air violently, and because of her small weight, went much higher then any of her classmates. Much to her dismay. She tumbled through the air for a while, before taking another deep breath, and spreading her arms out in a butterfly position. This stopped her spinning, and made her a little more in control. Just enough to see where she was going, and change her path slightly so that she didn't slam into a tree, but instead push off one with her legs as she approached it. Parsey's momentum changed to horizontal, and she used this to exhaust her momentum, as she flew far into the forest. Her feet soon hit another branch, and she used that to slow herself down even more, turning the momentum vertical again, and using it to grab a tree branch. Parsey smiled and let go, dropping onto the branch below her. . . and rolling off. She hit the ground on her back, and struggled for air as she there for a few seconds. When she finally caught her breath, she stood up and examined her surroundings.