The rain and wind weren’t kind to Luna in her ascent up the silos. It blew her backward, and she had to keep wheeling around in circles as she climbed.
The sheer force of the wind made it hard for Cyrus to breathe, and every thunderclap frightened him. High in the sky with no protection, every instance of thunder shook his entire body.
He couldn’t see in this rain. Luna might as well have been flying in pitch darkness. But she kept a firm grip on him, working her way up through the sky.
A loud gronk next to them gave Cyrus some comfort. Rocco.
Luna turned and made an angry call to him. He shouldn’t have been flying in his condition, not in these kinds of skies. But he called back and fanned away.
Luna flapped, coasting on the wind for a bit before making a sharp turn. She went diagona
