I wasn't even certain if my wings were meant for flight. I hadn't exactly had any luck with it the one time I'd tried. I could glide, though. Probably. Maybe. Should worse come to worst, I could smoke up to them. Turn to dragon right there, dig my claws in, and hang on. That might do it. Looked like I was about to find out. What I hadn't thought about, what I'd completely managed to forget about, was that I wasn't exactly skilled at maintaining my transformed shape, either. The reminder came to me rather forcibly as I was streaming my way east, over the channel, and felt myself beginning to solidify. Yes. Several thousand feet up in the air, I Turned back into a girl. Screaming, cartwheeling, everything topsy-turvy purple as gravity reclaimed me and I plummeted down to the water. sang the stars, weighing in past my screams. It was a damned near save. I was a girl and then I wasn't, managing the Turn so close to the sea that the foam from the cresting waves splashed up through the smoke of me. Good thing I didn't have a real heart just then. It would have stopped entirely.