Rain had already taken off, her griffin soaring high into the air with ease.
A few other students had finally gotten their bearings and were now following after her, streaking across the bright blue sky.
"Have you been on one before?" Azel asked, turning to Sylvia.
She shook her head, looking slightly embarrassed.
"We do not have griffins in elven lands," she explained, though her voice sounded even more nervous. "However, we possess creatures known as Eirasil Stags. They are similar to ordinary deer, but they walk upon the air itself."
Azel blinked. "Air-walking deer?"
"Yes," Sylvia continued, nodding lightly. "I once attempted to ride one… and it threw me off into the sky. Since that day, I have refrained from trying another flying mount."
Azel chuckled.
"I can understand that." He looked toward the horizon, where the others were becoming small dots in the distance. "But they'll soon be out of our sight if we don't move. Here, let me give you some instructions."
