Edmund, engulfed in his giant White Peacock spirit’s core, was flying through the endless skies, carrying Riza, Tiger, Tamie, and Tiger’s three pets – Blizzard, excited to be flying for the first time; Christo, indifferent of the flight, snuggled into the Peacock spirit’s warm feathers; and Astra, frightened of such heights so cuddling with Tiger. Riza had already calmed down. She enjoyed the look from above and greedily breathed the fresh air in – so this was how freedom felt… the freedom of a volatile Air spirit.
*Only flying spirits can feel this kind of freedom…*
She felt a sense of regret for having a Mouse spirit only now.
*If I had a flying spirit like a Rooster or a_*
Once she thought of ‘Dragon’, her face turned gloomy:
*I’d never want to be a Dragon, like *him*…*
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