True drifting was about silence and patience. The goal wasn't to reach a destination quickly, but to surrender to the atmosphere and map the ever-changing rivers of the sky.
Elias released the manual lock. The silk wings unfurled with a soft thwip , instantly catching a northern slipstream. The skiff tilted precially, then leveled out as it locked into the current. Below him, the massive green expanse of the continent began to slide away. He adjusted his weight, leaned into the curve of the wind, and let the world go. Sky Drift
The air at twelve thousand feet did not smell like the earth below. It was thin, metallic, and devoid of the scent of pine or damp soil. Elias pulled his goggles down, checking the seal against his frost-nipped cheeks, and rested his hand on the wooden lever of the Aura . True drifting was about silence and patience