Lisa: Flying?

Oh…

That explains the defying-gravity feeling.

I look from Elverly to the Grand Sage, waiting for one of them to crack a smile, to tell me it's all an elaborate joke. But their expressions remain deadly serious.

"Flying," I repeat, the word feeling strange on my tongue. "As in... up in the air? Like a plane?"

The Grand Sage chuckles, a warm sound that seems at odds with our dire situation. "Not quite like a plane, my dear. Our methods are a bit more unconventional."

I want to ask more, to understand exactly what's happening, but another violent shake rocks our little sanctuary. This time, I'm certain I feel us lifting off the ground. My stomach does a somersault, and I have to swallow hard to keep from being sick.

The room continues to vibrate around us, and I can't shake the feeling that we're ascending rapidly. My ears pop, confirming my suspicions.

"Where exactly are we going?" I ask, trying to keep my voice steady.