Stormy flops into the hammock, and closes her eyes, and flings up.

The sky is different here; the winds carve different roads and there's more salt and moisture and the sunshine's angle is just slightly different. It's a fine sky, though. She likes it. She doesn't go more than about a mile away, plenty to get the feel for the area immediately around Winding Circle but not enough to endanger her.

She comes back to her body about an hour later and gets out of the hammock and goes inside to see if anything is being interesting.