Even on windy days, with threats of storms rolling through, it’s not too unlikely to find that plane-riding pegasus going for leisure flights out as far as her fuel tank can take her. She’s only had a few significant crashes, after all, and even with an open cockpit the only difference between her at the stick of the Stork and her flying all alone is how fast her wings get tired. And, even if she can’t really land on a boat with her full aircraft, it’s still nice to be able to do fly-bys and say hi to familiar faces as she’s out dancing with the storms.

Least the roar of that engine lets folks know she’s nearby.

Commission for Turanic~