Parcly Taxel: They speak a language I can’t understand. They have superstitions and myths I do understand. Yet when I packed my saddlebags for South Korea I wasn’t looking to learn or revel in anything - it was my break before Hearth’s Warming and a reconnection with the outside world which I shut out so often.
 
In the wake of another changeling attack in Paris there were royal guards pacing across the check-in lounges and departure gates, but I could skip them because I’m a princess! Seeing that the sea between South Korea and my home in Canterlot was prone to typhoons, I transformed myself into an ethereal windigo to ride some stratospheric winds.
 
Spindle: Parcly let me out and took my hoof; I watched as her coat dissolved into the same mist as mine, a blue hue now the only marker of her original form. Her ring split into several glowing strands that tied down the saddlebag, for no matter is a barrier to my species. In one deep breath, we found ourselves living currents in the sky.
 
Parcly: A windigo cannot travel faster than sound does in its surrounding medium, so our speed matched that of the aeroplanes earth ponies travelled in, which I clocked at its maximum as 1018 km/h at 12.5 km up, so my passage through the clouds took six hours. Throughout my flight I listened to some performances in Twilight’s castle via my telepathic link to Luna; Twilight herself called and wished me safe passage.
 
Spindle: It was nearing midnight when we landed, so Parcly checked into a bed-and-breakfast close to the Incheon airport. There was no fourth floor, but that didn’t matter because she still had time for her first taste of true Korean food: fried peaches!
 
Parcly: These peaches were more delectable than any other peach I’d ever tasted before. As I drifted into my dreamscape, peaches floated around me, even as I saw ahead my next destination: Jeju, a paradise only visible to the outside in sunshine.