"Are you tired?" Apollo asked, glancing at his mount as he rode on its back. The intense wind caused his long hair and robes to flap wildly.
Bluetooth nodded helplessly, his eyes begging for a moment of rest.
"Alright, you can rest," Apollo said.
Like the words of heaven, Bluetooth's eyes sparkled. Without wasting any time, he tucked his wings and plunged from a thousand meters in the sky straight toward the ground.
Their speed tore through the air, creating a loud whistling sound.
But before they could crash into the sandy ground, the water-attributed falcon spread his wings, slowing their rapid descent. With calculated flaps, Bluetooth, along with the two small riders on his back, landed safely.
The sound of Bluetooth's feet touching the desert sand echoed, followed by Apollo jumping down.
"Here, you can eat this," Apollo said, taking out a chicken leg from his space ring—another one he had bought, this time with a much larger storage area.
