Chapter 78 - Eaglesoar, the Witch, and the Vampress

It was Fennel that insisted on riding the broom back as the meeting concluded. Gerald didn't really want to, lest his embarrassing habit come out again. It was how he'd gotten the name of Eaglesoar. She placed him at the front, 'Just in case you've forgotten how to ride.' She sat with both legs on the same side of the broom and her behind had little more that touched the broom than it rose higher into the night sky. It drove quickly back the way that Gerald had come, over the trees and over the hills. He raised his hands off the broom and raised them wide into the night air, loving the feeling of the wind through his hair and between his fingers. Even despite the late autumn's chill. 'I should travel like this more often.' He thought, until he noticed the sound coming from his mouth.