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Post by Dakota Scheving on Sept 13, 2004 21:59:10 GMT
Kody strode purposefully into the pitch, gripping, instead of her walking stick, her firebolt. It'd been, well, actually, she'd never really flown before and the broom had been a gift from her brother. Kody had been meaning to try it out, but wanted to make sure she'd be alone when she started. Not for embarresment's sake; she loved a good laugh on her part, but simply so she'd be able to concentrate.
Kody gripped the broom, mounted, and took to the sky. She started out a little shakily, but became balanced pretty quickly. Grinning, she started to go higher and faster until she was doing some tricks, enjoying every minute of it.
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