From her perspective, Kary could feel the mana around the airplane shifting through the air like a bubble getting carried through the wind.
But, with the trail tailing behind the airplane, she could tell Jonathan was weaving his mana into the air itself, as if trying to coerce it, instead of ordering it around.
To her senses, right now, the plane looked like the nucleus of a comet, with the wind shifting around it, only grazing the plane gently, instead of pushing it to the side, and leaving a tail of mana particles behind, that got swept back up by the passing wind.
Jonathan's actions were a delicate balance, a high-wire act of precision. His control was such that the airplane was enveloped in a pocket of calm air, defying the turbulence that should have been its natural state.
