Flying through the air was a peculiar sensation: weightlessness, an unsteady center of gravity, centrifugal force, the feeling that his body no longer belonged to him.
Especially when he was riding a flying horse with no protection around him, relying entirely on his own strength to stay steady, it felt all the more precarious.
The first time Zhao Si took to the air on Flying Rabbit, he lay rigid and tense against its back, his legs clamped tightly around its belly, his arms wrapped around its neck, and his eyes squeezed shut. All he had left to do was scream.
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He was a man who did not even dare ride a roller coaster. He had never imagined he would find himself flying through the sky without any protection.
He still remembered his first time on a plane. The weightless sensation during takeoff had made his heart race, and he had gripped the armrests nervously.
When the plane landed, he had gripped the armrests just as nervously.
It took a few tries before he grew accustomed to it. Only then could he avoid showing his fear in front of Sellen.
Sellen, meanwhile, had gone pale and was biting her lip lightly, trying not to show her fear lest Zhao Si laugh at her.
She had changed her outfit, replacing her thin mage's robe with thick padded clothes and a fur coat, and swapping her head covering for a padded hat.
Sitting sidesaddle and leaning against Zhao Si's chest, she clutched his collar with both hands. She was afraid of falling off too, especially when Flying Rabbit changed direction in midair.
Fortunately, Flying Rabbit did not roll over in the sky, or it would have scared the hearts out of both Zhao Si and Sellen.
They also needed to keep warm