Wilding With Gigantic Birds and Crazy Women
It was a bumpy ride in Kliffto’s body.
The thing soared high at an impossible speed, which was approximately illegal in the laws of sky, and zigzagged so sharply that I had to grab the neatly polished railing every time it took turn. Sometimes it elevated itself, and sometimes straight up dived in with a huge KA-BAAMP! Which literally showed me stars in daylight.
It was definitely a bumpy ride.
The advice and pieces of information given by Sophia had been so far interesting. She gave me a vague idea about where we were going in the very northern east, just behind a coastal arena. She described the place as ‘Homeland of Flowers,’ and I did not know what it was. I learned they don’t have the same name for places like we do, like Brazil, England, China, etc. Instead, they call it by their own names such as ‘Birth of Spring’ or ‘Melting of winter’, and maybe hums of hummingbird or something like that.