Jon was extensivly relieved after listening to the advice. For the moment, at least, there was nothing to worry about. She hadn't been a pixie for long enough to really think that far into the future anyway and besides, there was still the regular dilemmas that other teens his age had to deal with. Hormones, classmates, homework, and college didn't really focus based on size - though she was sure her dimuntive stature would have an impact on those teen trials- and were of much more immediate concern.
Either way, with her meal completed and her concerns abated - for now at least- jon still had 10 minutes left to herself before the bell rang signaling the start of next period. Jon flitted her way over to a door and scooted outside taking in a breath of fresh air.
Something in her pixie physiology craved the sensation of the outdoor fresh air. Even that one single breath was enough to re- energize her tiny form. With the heady rush of energy propelling her, Jon launched herself higher into the air. As she ros, she made cursory glances to ensure no aerial predators were nearby. For the moment it seemed that she had the airspace around the school allxto herself.
She climbed quickly, feeling the sensation of her wings rising and falling, pouring not only her efforts bit her thoughts and concerns into the flight. With every beat of her wings, with every moment of motion her problems, and the ground grew more distant. Her body and mind felt became unfettered as she rose into the sky. As her concerns fell to the ground jon suddenly felt better than she had for months, despite the transformation.
She paused at the apex of her flight and looked down. She could see the entire scho from her position. Making a circle with her index finger and thumb, tiny though they were, she could fit the entire image within those two digits. She laughed; if the scho could be made this smal, what did that say about her problems.
