The air smelled fresh this high up, intoxicating even. Flying through clouds of water vapour at breakneck speed was thrilling, or it was just as likely a relief to be away from the stench of flood-swept trash and wet Uvaaaru fur.
Avrae rose and dove like a tumbling leaf, his every move seeming like an attempt to shake me off like he used to do in the old days. Then the great dragon steadied out, and I began my search.
Already the Uvaaaru had unleashed grand machines to flatten debris and produce support scaffolding for structures that weren't too far gone. These expertly designed vehicles swept away destruction as if it'd never happened; then, they pushed and pulled at leaning structures as if playing an advanced game of tug of war.
