Cecilia couldn't stop gasping. Her eyes darted everywhere, wide with wonder as the land stretched beneath them like a moving painting.
Fields, rivers, and roads all looked like ribbons and threads woven across a green and silver quilt.
"Oh my gosh…" She whispered, her eyes wide in amazement. "That's Victoria's Bridge! Look—there, over the river! And, oh! That's the Arch of Fallen Hyde!"
Her voice was bright, almost childlike, as she kept pointing at landmarks below.
"And...wait, I think my grandma's house is somewhere over there!"
Her laughter echoed softly against the wind, filled with excitement and disbelief. They were soaring higher and higher, the buildings shrinking until they looked like toys scattered across the earth.
It was incredible. Fauna's wings only flapped occasionally, yet they were moving faster than a jet plane.
The strange part was how comfortable it felt—there was no harsh wind, no biting cold on her face, just a steady, weightless glide through the sky.
