C49 The icy north

It still seemed to be a mystery to Martin how we should fly. He reminded me that I no longer had a dragon. True, but two more winged creatures I called my friends. Packed with backpacks and thick coats, I went with Martin to the green hill.

"Lis, is there any magic trick coming now? Do you now grow wings, take me on your back and fly away with me?“

"Hardly