Disclaimer: Don't drop Metal Spheres off the side of your Rheaird. You don't know if there's anyone walking below. (That would really ruin somebody's day...)
AN: Oh boy, I wrote an extra for this one too... Curse those tiny details that inspire me. They do vex me so!
Okay. He could do this, he could totally do this. Noishe's eyes scoured the Rheaird's control panel. Ignition, throttle, tachometer, fuel gauge, speedometer, turn signals... All too easy. Why did he ever let this stuff intimidate him before?
Noishe reared back and set his front paws up on the machine's handlebars. Time to jet.
With the simple press of a claw on the ignition button, the Rheaird's engine roared into life, its plasma core flaring up out of nothing. As the craft lifted off Noishe shifted his weight to try and keep the flight level. It worked. Hovering twelve feet in the air, tail wagging madly, Noishe raced a smooth lap around the perimeter of the campground.
And they said dogs couldn't drive. Ha! When Lloyd (who was really supposed to be awake and on sentry duty right now) and the others woke up, he'd sure show them.
Goodbye Wing Pack, hello open sky! Howl!
