Reincarnated into a Snow Griffin

Chapter 10:

This time it took us a few days before we resume our travel to the big city in search for a mage to teach me because of some minor reasons; mother thought initially that she could simply find one, have him explain magic to me, and be done with it, but as she asked about a mage at the outpost, not only they were very few, especially up here, but very expensive.

So not only troublesome to find, the mage may troublesome to deal with, so she started gathering some currency to pay a class with him, selling the loosen feathers that drop from her and hunting some prey to sell as well.

It is not an easy task, especially for having to take care of such a small child like myself, so it takes more than 10 nights for her to feel satisfied enough with the results.

And with that my twenty or so days old self I managed to grow up a bit and get used to this body, not enough to care for myself mind you, but enough to pester my mother more and walk around, climb trees, get stuck, things like that, and even my cool and aloof self could not deny the painfulness my juvenile heart desired.

I mean is what they say right? That children have to roam free, explore and learn the world by themselves, otherwise they won't grow right or something...

Plus playing with the snow is quite fun, especially when I do not get cold by doing so, however, this time around, even if I wished to play and insisted on not staying closed in the nest, mother would always worry a lot and stay on guard close by, not letting me out of her sight ever again.

Is quite comforting, to have such a protective and kind mother, and I cannot blame her for her change of behavior after last time, but still I could not wait to learn magic and grow up enough to take care of myself, no, even more, to protect mother so she would not worry again.

However even though staying with her is fun and all, I could not hide my excitement when the day to visit the town has finally come.

"Stay obediently on my back Seraph, don't go playing around otherwise it may be hard for me to catch you if you fall."

"Ok, mother, I will stay put." I say, my vocal being much better than before.

No point in taking the long road around only for her to grab me when we reach there, so instead we are going to fly off from home towards there right out of the bat.

And that is a thrilling adventure on itself, much better than shaking back on forth while hanging from her beak like a sack of potatoes, and the new experience makes me wish dearly for my own turn to fly.

For now, however, I have to be satisfied by only pretending to do so when we are already up in the air, stretching my small wings out while holding her fur with my claws, not being as bothered as I thought I would by the thin air, even feeling comfortable and light, using the air sacs inside me so I would not need to breathe as much either, the strange way we birds function to survive such altitudes while flying.

The howling sharp wind passing by, the powerful wings flapping beside me, the strong winds prompting us up, all together with the landscape passing by us, the island far yet close enough for my owl eyes to see the details in them, the winged horses running in the fields, speeding up at the sight of our shadows, high rocky cliffs stretching out their piercing structures to the sky as mother flies close by, aware of my awe towards all of this as she makes sure to get as close as possible, flying under rocky arches and in between mountains and cliffs.

All of that brings light to my eyes as I watch everything without closing them even for a second, so many things and details that I dread even blinking.

But nothing compares to what I see unfold in front of my eyes as we finally reach the main island and see the city from afar.

Huge buildings are stretching out together in the massive city, such big and elaborate town looking oddly misplaced among the wild islands circling around it.

It is almost as if a nation itself has been build up here, so complex and intrigued as such.

The details are lost to me until we get up close, and as if passing by a portal underneath a waterfall suddenly we are right at its gates, entering its open walls only to discover what secrets it holds for us.

There is just so much to this city that I don't even know where to fix my gaze at.

Is what having only flying creatures resulted at, the upmost use of space that could have being. First the city is literally floating above ground, with their type of chains and biddings holding them in place so they would not fly away or bump into each other, the bigger heavier buildings even having a more fixed structure build underneath holding them steady and barely giving way to the wind.

Bellow the city were the meadows, the farming and even some wood at parts, probably letting the earth rest and avoiding turning the soil bad from plating too much in it, and above there were no roads so to speak, some meager connections with open balconies between shops to make moving in between easier, but most dislocated by air, and that's where the volume of people are, in the sky.

To make it even more full to the eyes not only many passed over us and beside, but there are a lot of lines floating in the sky in different altitudes, with different colors and arrows indicating the direction and destiny, though it looked very confusing to an outsider like myself coming in from the first time, like invisible roads put in the air in different altitudes, no need to stop for they did not cross each other.

And yet all seem to know how it works for even with the skies full like this I can see the patterns all around, no bumping or confusion, but as currents on a river they dislocated like one, moving to the same direction, height, and only going out for a brief second to join another line.

It is an organized chaos, and I would enjoy if I'm to come here enough in the future to understand them as well as mother does.

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