Kiriei shrugged.<span style="color: #00BFFF">"If I had to guess, I'd say we're about a fourth of the way there."</span>With the help of the wind, she'd been able to get away with just tilting her wings a bit and gliding. It was good that she didn't have to constantly flap to keep them up. Still though, she knew if she tilted her wings wrong, the wind would force them down instead of up. In other words, for the past hour or two, and the several hours to come, she'd have to hold her wings in exactly the same position. She was already starting to ache. But by no means was she going to show it.  Luckily, she still had a very good grip on Jerrar, and the wind rushing by them helped to cool her off and sooth the burning joints where her wings met her back. She was relying on the wind elder in more ways than one.<br/><br/><span style="color: #00BFFF">"If I get tired,"</span>Kiriei started,<span style="color: #00BFFF">"Do you think the wind elder would let us land and rest then pick up again later? I'd hate to land and take a break just to find ourselves stuck on some island."</span>