It really is a great feeling, flying. I love the way you have the whole sky to yourself. It was just me, my flock, and a few hawks that decided we were interesting enough to tag along.
"Hey," I said, nodding down towards the ground. There sat a tiny cabin, nestled in the mountain range we were flying over. There were no signs of people anywhere near, so we aimed downward at the little cabin. But when I looked back up, the Gasman wasn't following. He hovered above us, looking looking confused.
"Gazzy?" I called up to him. "You coming?"
Fang, catching the look on my face, looked up to see what was going on. Gazzy looked at me with panic in his blue eyes.
That was when he fell.