"Arthur, take off!" With a flick of her hand, Arthur flapped his wings and ascended.
It wasn't long before they reached the edge of the territory. Alex climbed down from Arthur's back, though she really wanted to jump off stylishly, the height was prohibitive.
"I mean, I'm level 9 now, surely a drop from 25 to 30 feet won't hurt me, right?" While that made sense, Alex hadn't overcome her psychological fear.
After dismounting, Arthur flew off to provide aerial cover for the undead army. What if some unforeseen enemy tried to snatch the Queen's treasures?
Alex looked at her somewhat tattered stockings and decided to just take them off, not forgetting to sniff them as she did.
"Hmm, not smelly at all."
She stuffed the stockings into the pocket of her pleated skirt, planning to restore them later using her wardrobe back home.
