The mist from the mountain streams brushed past, bringing a slight chill, but beneath it, the great sparrowhawk's feathers were warm. Grasping the saddle ring on the sparrowhawk's neck, it then plunged downward sharply, swooping through the mountains like a roller coaster.
Peaks and valleys rose one after another, amidst which buildings clung to the mountainsides, resembling castles yet exuding a modern vibe.
Sitting on the back of the chestnut-feathered sparrowhawk, soaring through the sky, was an experience that could never be matched by sitting in a hover car. That feeling of the wind caressing the ears, hair dancing in the air, was something one could never grow tired of, no matter how many times experienced.
It was for this reason that many people preferred to keep giant birds capable of flight rather than the dull, rigid hover cars. Perhaps to some wealthy folks, such majestic birds were more like 'hover cars' of a higher class and special appeal.
