Nimona didn't have any idea how much she missed real, living, lush greenery until she peeked into the cave beneath Crane's Ridge. It makes her breath stop. The smell of it alone, after the weirdly sterile ocean that surrounded her for months -- she can't resist. She dives inside and down into the jungle, shifting into a bright pink bird as she falls.

Her wings snap open to carry her in and out of the treetops. She loops around a couple of wyverns, zips through a curtain of vines, plummets into another dive before soaring back up in a spiral around one of the trees. By the time she's halfway up its trunk, she's starting to laugh, bright and wild. It's like a fire finally igniting after hours in the harshest cold; eating a feast after starving for months. She's free. She's really free, and --

OH SHIT

Nimona yelps and banks a sharp left turn as she almost flies smack into Bronwyn's face.