My scream was lost in the rushing wind, my hair dragging out in long, crimson ribbons. The side of the ship blurred past us, a solid wall of wood until it abruptly ended, giving way to a sliver of blue sky. But that, too, vanished as icy blue feathers rose around us, a flap of Borealis's wing.
Mana exploded from Fable's leg as we slammed into his back, a small shockwave washing over the long, sword-like feathers. My stomach flipped as the energy of the impact ran through me. Bile rose in my throat, and I coughed, but the sensation faded quickly. Trembling, I peeked over Fable's shoulder, relieved to see we really had come to a full stop.
Fable bounded over the giant bird's back until we rested between his wings at the base of his neck. Borealis let out a shriek and wheeled away from the ship. A gust of cold air forced me low over Fable's shoulder, at least, until I soul cast a Wind Wall and stilled the gales.
