"46... 47... 48... 49... 50!"
Ziba yelled as she finally came to a stop, still half bent over after spinning around for a ridiculous amount of time. Surprisingly, she didn't feel as woozy as she thought she would. She moved to stand up straight only to take a step too far to her left as she wobbled, spots dancing before her eyes. Next thing she knew, she was face down in the grass letting out a loud groan filled with regret. Okay, maybe fifty spins in a row were more than she could handle.
Moments passed before Ziba finally found the energy to move her limbs. With great effort, she slowly pushed herself onto her back, facing up at the sunny sky above her. Large tufts of clouds rolled by while she waited for her breathing to even out. It was a beautiful day out and here she was, laying in the grass, feeling oddly... bored. It was the only explanation for her rash decision to spin fifty times in a row and see how dizzy she would get. She had nothing better to do.
Ziba's hands idly picked at the grass by her sides as she contemplated her options. She could go to her favorite spot by the lake and see if the giant squid would let her tickle its tentacles. She could find a frighteningly tall tree and see how high she could climb. She could feel around the outer walls of the school and try to find a secret cobblestone that grants access to a secret passage (if such a thing exists but with a castle this old, Ziba was confident it did.)
She let out a quiet sigh as she moved to a more comfortable position, pillowing her head with her hands and crossing her ankles. There was no rush at the moment. Ziba was perfectly content to lay here a little longer as she continued to ponder what her day would look like.
