37 – Where the Wind Whispers of History

 

Feilong looked around in wonder. The city reminded him of the one he and his mother had flown over on his very first day, only now they were floating right in the midst of it, surrounded by gentle winds. A pleasant breeze carried with it the scent of freedom and open skies.

Father manoeuvred skilfully through the drifting streets. At last, he stopped in front of an impressive building.

«This is the Academy of the Winds,» he explained solemnly. «This is where you will go to school.»

Feilong gazed at the building in awe. Its smooth, bright walls seemed to be shaped from the wind itself, and the towers turned gently with the current.

Father flew on, turning two corners, until they reached another large building.

«This is where we live,» he said, then laughed softly. «Why are you still sitting on my back? You can fly perfectly well by now. Why did I carry you the whole way?»

Feilong blinked in confusion. «You didn’t tell me to get off. I thought it might still be dangerous for me.»

«Forget it, my son,» Father replied with a smile. «That was meant for myself. I suppose I’m just excited, after all, my son is moving in today. Now hop off and come inside.»

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