Stormers

It was Freya’s very first time being so high up and she marvelled from atop Pegasus’ back as she stared down below. She was awed.

“They are all so... tiny!” She exclaimed. The people at the festival were far below her and she could see some of them pointing towards her as she flew away. They were like ants, these creatures that were so tall and so proud on the ground. She laughed, realising suddenly that the air was one point of combat she never considered before now. She could just imagine if somebody controlled the air in a war. The war might be over before it even started!

Leaning down, she stroked her fingers over Pegasus’s strong neck.

“Fly baby, higher.”

Pegasus obeyed. Freya laughed in delight when she found herself in between the clouds.

“Amazing.” She gushed, swirling her fingers into the air and they came away damp. “This is all so terribly amazing.” She gushed, her heart in her throat. “If only I could take you back home with me.” She gushed. As if her pretty dress had re