" "Yes, sir!" I said cheerfully." "Yes, sir!" I said cheerfully. Now I was more airborne than ever, the wind striking my face and body. The day was sufficiently warm for me as we headed out over town. I was at least a couple of hundred meters in the air, and looking down at town from this angle I wondered how anyone could feel submissive or slave-like. Even straining at the bonds of my master's harness, I felt an incredible sense of control. I wondered how much of that was because everything but being his pegasus was the only thing I was concerned with right then. "Doing good, Ken," he said as I recognized The Hex from overhead, even if it's not so much hexagonal as merely circular from the outside. I spiraled downwards, enjoying the attention of others as a pleasure. I had long ago given up to being fearful of the attention of others; if they admired me for what my master made of me, then I was happy. I found where the pony stop was and slowly brought myself and my carriage down to that street, landing with caution so as not to blow dust about too much or hit someone with my wings. When my feet touched the grown I suddenly felt exhausted. I hadn't realized just how much work flying was, especially now with a carriage to haul. |