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Byron's breath hitched as the wind whipped through his hair, the world below a sprawling tapestry of emerald hills and winding rivers.

Keza's crimson wings beat rhythmically against the sky, her arms tightened around his body.

In the first minutes of their flight, he was afraid that she might get tired and lose her grip on him.

"You think your weight means anything to me?" she had asked. "While flying, everything I carry becomes lighter. It's like swimming while pulling a person. I just hold and its instinctive. I don't even notice."

This was an assurance enough. Now Byron had even forgotten about it.

That didn't mean there weren't any challenges though.

"I flee nauseous!" he said, a choking feeling in his throat.

"Haha..." Keza burst into laughter.

Her laughter—a low, melodic sound—vibrated against his back. "Still not used to flying, daddy?" she teased.

At the word daddy, Byron chuckled.