While sneezing I try to get a hold of something. I look down and notice the ground is moving away. Or more precise, I'm moving away from the ground. Besides me I see two really big wings covered by feathers. The feathers are long and colorful and for a second they let me forget where I am.

When I say a second, I mean a second because I'm panicking again. I close my eyes and cling to the feathers. The bird screaks after a while and I notice we're landing. I sign and immediately panic again because we didn't land on a save piece of land. We landed on a tree, and oh god, has this world no sturdy trees?

Luckily for me it's just a resting place and we soon move on. The longer we fly, the more comfortable I get, which I never knew I was going to say. Even the fact that I don't know where we're going isn't bothering me anymore. Maybe it has something to do with my hopeless fall from before. Who knows, I might have fun.