the coop and the offending chicken now safely inside. “Cli,” he repeated. “Do you understand?”
Mulan did not reply at once. She felt as though ti had stopped. The wind had ceased to blow across her cheeks, and all she could hear was the air ing in and out of her lungs and her heart pounding against her chest. Her toes tingled, itching to ve. One step and she could ju. One step and she, like the chicken, could fly. But then ti resud. Breeze once again fluttered against her face. Shaking her head, she let her gaze drift fronbsp; the coop, over the gathered crowd and once re to her father.
“Yes,” she said.
Zhou started to sle but the sle turned to a gasp as Mulan took a not-so-slow step forward. In her haste, she tripped on the slippery slate roof. Her ar swung out, windlling wildly at her sides as she struggled to get her balance. But it was too late. She was too off-kilter. As the gathered group below let out a collective gasp, Mulan fell.
For a dreadful nt, Mulan was sure she was plueting to her death.
But then her nd cleared. The sa sensation of ti slowing returned and, as if it were highlighted by a ray of sun, a lone beanbsp; jutting out fronbsp; one of the balconies caught Mulan’s eye. Contorting her body in a way that seed to defy gravity, Mulan stopped flailing her ar and reached out a steady hand to grab it. Using the bea Mulan slowed her descent. Her body stopped falling and instead began to swing like a pendulunbsp; around the bea When she gained enough control, she let go and flipped in the air, landing safely on the ground—and on her feet.
Unhurt, Mulan looked around at the crowd. Her eyes were sparkling, and her cheeks were flushed fronbsp; the exhilaration and pride she felt for sticking her landing.
And then she looked over at her father. Zhou didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. His feelings were written all over his face. What Mulan had just done, the dage she had created and the danger she had put herself in, were too ch. Mulan had disappointed hi
The sle on her face disappeared.
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Mulan did not reply at once. She felt as though ti had stopped. The wind had ceased to blow across her cheeks, and all she could hear was the air ing in and out of her lungs and her heart pounding against her chest. Her toes tingled, itching to ve. One step and she could ju. One step and she, like the chicken, could fly. But then ti resud. Breeze once again fluttered against her face. Shaking her head, she let her gaze drift fronbsp; the coop, over the gathered crowd and once re to her father.
“Yes,” she said.
Zhou started to sle but the sle turned to a gasp as Mulan took a not-so-slow step forward. In her haste, she tripped on the slippery slate roof. Her ar swung out, windlling wildly at her sides as she struggled to get her balance. But it was too late. She was too off-kilter. As the gathered group below let out a collective gasp, Mulan fell.
For a dreadful nt, Mulan was sure she was plueting to her death.
But then her nd cleared. The sa sensation of ti slowing returned and, as if it were highlighted by a ray of sun, a lone beanbsp; jutting out fronbsp; one of the balconies caught Mulan’s eye. Contorting her body in a way that seed to defy gravity, Mulan stopped flailing her ar and reached out a steady hand to grab it. Using the bea Mulan slowed her descent. Her body stopped falling and instead began to swing like a pendulunbsp; around the bea When she gained enough control, she let go and flipped in the air, landing safely on the ground—and on her feet.
Unhurt, Mulan looked around at the crowd. Her eyes were sparkling, and her cheeks were flushed fronbsp; the exhilaration and pride she felt for sticking her landing.
And then she looked over at her father. Zhou didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. His feelings were written all over his face. What Mulan had just done, the dage she had created and the danger she had put herself in, were too ch. Mulan had disappointed hi
The sle on her face disappeared.
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