The sharp spring winds blew through my hair as the muted sun beckoned us forwards. Below me was Central Valley in bloom. Soft pinks, greens, and blues dotted the scenery, each produced by another tree waking up from their winter slumber. The soft chirps of birds were overtaken by the occasional swoosh of Aria’s massive wings, though she was content to glide most of the way there. She was really excited to explain to me something about the air currents and oceans, but I had no idea what she was blabbing about.
Whatever it was, the two of us were enjoying a lazy flight and sharing stories.
“Well, I agreed I’d be back for spring,” I shouted through the wind as I heard an entertained rumble beneath. One thing that I was discovering about Aria was that there were little physical ques for what
