He smiled, watching the mini argument between the winged and flightless of her retinue, and waited until everyone was ready. He gathered some string for slack. He started a countdown to get their attention.

"3... 2... 1... Go!!"

The wind was perfect--a bit too enthusiastic at times, actually. He only had to jog a few steps before the air filled the wings of the colorful butterfly. He let it soar out of his hands towards the sky. Watching it, he backtracked to Snow.

"That should be high enough!"