First Round

Baraquiel uses a spell similar to thunder steps, pockets of air forming underfoot allow her to leap up again and start the race. The first-star point is a few kilometres above the top of the tower. Riders and mounts fall like rain as Tau marvels at the potent smell of blood in the rainstorm. The eternal storm gets stronger the higher they go. Tau finally finds his footing. He sits above her wings where the neck starts. This allows Baraquiel full mobility. 

He has to be both gentle and firm to squeeze too hard. He is sitting in a sensitive area that can cause her to change direction or even fall if he is too rough with Baraquiel. They pitch away from the tower, avoiding the rain of bodies. Baraquiel is enjoying the storm. The intense winds are exciting to her. She makes hundreds of micro-adjustments to cut through the icy winds without.