Tianna was soaring, gracefully, hundreds of feet above the ground, flying just underneath
clouds that were so thick they appeared to be like a solid ceiling above her head, nearly close
enough to reach up and touch it. She was on Swoop’s back again, lost in the heady feeling of
utter freedom. They were so high that Tianna could hardly tell that they were moving at all, the
only indication being the wind that was whipping through her hair. The Pegasus was riding the
air currents, gliding without effort, using the thermals to keep them aloft. This, Tianna thought,
is without a doubt, the best way to fly. Then suddenly, they were both falling, tumbling very
ungracefully toward the ground, some harsh noise blaring.