Riding on Kunpeng's vast feathered back felt like soaring atop a living continent.
Wind roared past, carrying the cool scent of high altitudes and freedom. The afternoon sun cast molten gold across the rolling sea of clouds below, while the land far beneath shrank to mere streaks of color — valleys, rivers, and forests passing in a blur.
Elves clustered in small groups across the flat expanse of Aira's wings, their figures humble beneath the sheer grandness of the mythical beast. Some gazed at the horizon in awe, others clutched belongings tightly — uncertain of the future but grateful to still breathe it.
Luca stood near the front, wind whipping his hair back as he placed a hand on the velvety white feathers beneath him.
"Thank you, Aira", he spoke through the mind link, warmth in his thoughts.
"If you weren't so massive, It would have been really trouble to move all these elves to Valentine territory."
Aira's mental voice scoffed playfully, tinged with pride.
