"Do you realize how crazy this is?" he said while anxiously looking at the girl. The girl replied eagerly, "I'm a pretty crazy girl," she smiled at the boy and took the leap from the steep cliff. She felt her heartbeat increase and her body fill with adrenaline as she was fell closer, and closer, to the ground; to her death.

Except when she almost touched the dirt, she quickly blasted air out from her fingertips and went flying toward the sky. She saw the other side of the canyon and kept swishing air behind her in order to reach her destination; the other side of the canyon.

She swirled like a helicopter propeller in order to float, or keep balance, when her feet touched the sandy soil. She stood confidently, turned around only to find the boy standing mockingly; smirking. "Alright crazy, you want crazy? I can go crazy," said the boy with a clear tone. As soon as he said that he zoomed off the cliff. The girl watched as he jumped off the edge. She anxiously ran to the side of the cliff; she saw him quickly falling to his death. The boy did not have the power she had, nothing to propel himself upward, nothing to save him from shattering. 

Swiftly moving on instincts and adrenaline, she bounced from the cliff and swooped toward the boy; once she dived, she blasted air out of her feet to reach the boy faster. Her hot arms reached out for his cold red sweater, she grabbed the hood and tossed him towards the sky while blasting air out of her fingertips to propel him to the other side of the canyon; the side where she came from. Once she saw him go over to the other side, she pumped air out of her palms; she went flying towards the blue sky and quickly guided herself to where the scratched up boy landed.

The boy lay on the sandy soil with a huge grin on his face; he burst into laughter. The girl grew tense, "Why are you laughing? You almost DIED." The boy grabbed a large stick lying nearby and carefully stood while using the stick as a walking cane. He cleared his throat while walking the opposite direction of the ledge; he didn't respond to her accusation. The girl noticed, but pushed it aside; she took one last glance from the edge and spoke, "At least we made it to the other side of the cliff..." 

She turned around only to see the boy further along the hike than anticipated, he was quick on his walking stick apparently. She jogged towards him, accompanied him, helped him with his scars, his bruises, the pain he possibly feels; both of them needed to be at least in optimal health when they arrive to their objective. 

They both had to walk to their destination, they had no other mode of transportation. The girl could carry the boy and boost their way through the walk, but she would grow weary throughout the propelling and they were limited on supplies to refuel her, besides the boy needed the supplies more than she did at the moment; so, they continued walking through the heat until they complete their mission. . .