Zelac whines a bit, but ultimately steps back onto the relative safety of the larger deck. Leaving me to lean against the railing leading to the bowsprit, looking down at the crystal clear skies and the dark, deeply blue ocean beneath the sky ship. The ship flew at speeds far in excess of any seafaring vessel, perfectly sufficient to get my mane tossing in the wind in the absence of any inclement weather. But even for the days that did have inclement weather, I was truly not expecting the sky ship to remain as steady as it was, in spite of the high winds. These sky ships really were marvels to behold. I only wish my two interactions with them so far had been on better terms.