Book 7. Chapter 1: Rough Landing
Dear elder sister,
Did you know flapping your hands while in mid-air does not help whatsoever when it comes to falling?
Thus, I have to conclude that birds are a myth and the few hundred that I saw so far must be a trick of the eye. Because take it from me, flapping hands around does about the same as putting a heater under the night sky.
I’ll ignore feathers and bone density for now, since that would ruin my argument. I’m sure you’ll understand.
P.S. - Being hit by a very large hammer is a surprisingly good way to get from point A to point B. Would recommend, seven out of ten.
Your extremely clever and handsome brother, Keith.
That’s what I’d send Kidra if I could send her a message right now. Also, I’d send her the video footage Journey was certainly recording right about now.
“You’re quite calm for someone flying faster than a thief running with church gold.” Cathida commented. “I assume you have a landing plan already? We are going at speeds where a collision with an immovable object would leave you as red paste inside the armor. Just thought you should know deary, since Journey is outright panicking about it for you.”
“Me? Without a plan?” I gave a quick false chuckle of security. “See the thing about falling off cliffs enough times for it to be a running joke now - is that I’ve got practice.” I said that last part with the flourish of a hanger magician. Which was somewhat less impressive when I’m doing it in midair, head already pointing downwards as gravity was quickly taking over.