There's an immediate downward force and you lose hold of the parasol, hand slipping and body swinging through the air as the parasol stabilizes. You can feel Ariela's hand losing grip so you grasp onto her jacket, holding on for dear life against the swinging force. Finally, however, the parasol settles, and you are able to reach out a hand past Ariela's face, grabbing onto the handle.
Then you pivot outwards, looking around and gasping. You are high in the air- extremely high. There are some low-lying clouds below you. Ariela is shivering in the cold, although you see a light shimmer of some kind of bubble around the Parasol- it must have protected you against the worst of the pressure (wow very nice parasol when it hurtles you into your death at least you'll do it with some measure of comfort).
But the view is arresting enough to silence even Parentheses' complaints. It is midday, and the Sun looms above you. You smile and wave at him. A warm ray of sunshine hits you in the face and you groan, but you notice that Ariela has stopped all that human shivering.