[Nah, it is on the ground. Miyabi doesn't fly on her own, just on birds. She hops when she's small, or hitches rides on animals when the distance is too great. She points to a small but aptly crafted house nestled under a few of the largest tree's roots, still a little nervous.]

M-My home...I live here, uhm. There. When I'm my real height. [Miyabi puts her thumb and forefinger to her lips and whistles, her tone jumping at the end. And like some kind of faithful animal, a bouncing, glowing, little mallet leaps from a snow bank and right into her arms.] I use the Lucky Mallet to grow big and small. It finally listens to me now. Uhm...y-you can wait outside if you don't want to come in. Or we could go to the tea shop instead...