Stormfrost rocketed into the clouds, feeling the airborne dew moisten her wings and face. She reveled in it, even as she fought off the tickle that warned her of Deathwing. It probably knew she was trying to get rid of it, but she couldn’t let it take over. She would have no chance then. She continued through the clouds, letting the small air currents whip her wings, but she held strong. Soon, she was past the clouds, and in the pure blue sky. The air was starting to get thin, and she took a deep breath of air, holding it so she could get into the sky. The western jet stream was near, and she couldn’t afford the air to fly through it. She pushed through the windy air, even as it buffeted her in little bursts, in a way that made her wings curve in on themselves, losing their grip on the air. She started to plummet, until a strong gust of air picked her up, pushing her even farther west. She was losing air quickly. She tried to fight the air, trying to get down to where there was air, and clouds, and no wind, but she couldn’t get out. She was going to die in the sky. She wouldn’t even fall; she would continue to fly until someone found her body. Unless… Stormfrost got a dangerous idea. She knew Deathwing was stronger than she was. If she let it through, maybe she could get out of the current and try again, if she could control it. She needed to get to the Golden Meadow. She didn’t think she had a choice. She let the tickle in the back of her mind get through, just as she was losing consciousness.