Gliding

{'What is Christmas? Is it a snack?'} The confused little chipmunk mumbled.

"Oh, lord, how do I explain this? It is a festival that celebrates in the distant lands. An old man infiltrates the houses, eats the food and leaves behind gifts. Does it make any sense?"

{'Nope.'} Fynn climbed up high and stood on the tip of the world tree. {'Mom the view is not the best part…..'}

"Then what is?" Eru confusedly leaned down to look at her mount's face.

Fynn glanced back with shimmering eyes. {'It's what comes after….'} he suddenly leaped down.

"ahhh!!!! What the hell!!!" Eru glanced around. The nearby world tree top was at least a few meters away. From the place, Fynn jumped. It was not at all possible to make it. "We are going to die!!!!!" she cried, clinging desperately to his fur.

The chipmunk chirped loudly and all of a sudden the wind that was gushing strongly on his faces slowed down.