Arda blinked in surprise as Thag started to slip groundwards.  She immediately angled her wings and dropped with him, her eyes flicking between him and the forest below.  She would have reached out to help him, but she had no hands.  Normally she didn't mind having hooves, but times like this she felt angrily aware that she was a little bit handicapped.<span style="font-style: italic">Though I suppose it's just as well,</span>she thought,<span style="font-style: italic">even if I could grab him, I'm not sure I'd be strong enough to support him, we'd probably both crash!</span><br/><br/>Her mutter of frustration turned into a cry of relief as she saw a clearing.  "There!"  She pointed and angled her flight towards it, hoping that there would be time enough for Thag to follow and land without crashing into the trees.