"Are we really flying today?"
I looked up through the massive glass wall of the sky terminal and stopped breathing for a second.
Outside, dozens of grand vessels floated in the air, each one suspended by streams of glowing light that spiraled like ribbons beneath their hulls. They weren't airplanes… They were like flying palaces, built of silver and crystal, wings made of pure light that shimmered with every gust of wind. A fleet of them drifted gracefully against the sky, each leaving faint trails of golden mist behind.
My eyes widened as I spotted the enormous emblem gleaming across one of the vessels' sides… A pegasus, wings outstretched, cast in gold.
'Pegasus Air — Property of the Lysander Clan.'
"Lysander…" I whispered. "As in Auren Lysander?"
Lucian stepped up beside me, hands in his pockets, watching the sky with that familiar calm composure. "The same," he said. "He and his family run every major flight above this continent. Pegasus blood has always ruled the skies."
