The cold winds were as harsh as in the highlands as Tidas flew above the clouds. It wasn't long before he cleared the system, and descended to a more favorable altitude. The air got thinner the higher one went, and Tidas didn't like how it'd made him feel.
The sun was out, but only for a few more hours. It was probably about eleven o'clock or so when the prince had left, and neared the noon hour by the time he'd departed the Kringle's barn. His stomach burned and grumbled as he poured his magic into the reins. They connected to the straps which held the enchanted bells. The more magic he funneled into it, the faster the reindeer and sleigh flew.
