— O-Of course, it's an honor that you're letting me fly on your back — I said, incredulous and awestruck by what he had just offered.
I slowly climbed onto his back, hesitant yet exhilarated, unable to believe that this was really happening.
— Are you ready, kid? Can I start flying? — Valnathur asked, turning his head slightly to look at me.
— Of course, Valnathur, whenever you're ready… — I replied, still amazed by the magnificence of his feathers, carefully touching them and marveling at their texture.
— You really like my feathers, huh? — Valnathur said in a playful tone, noticing my fascination.
— Agh… hahaha… Sorry, you can start flying. — I replied, embarrassed, scratching my head nervously.
— Alright then, here we go. Hold on tight, kid. I don't want to have to chase after you if you fall. — he said with a chuckle.
