Arthur held on to the edge of the hot air balloon's basket, his fingers curling around the carefully weaved wicker. "Jesus..." he murmured, as the two of you ascended higher and higher into the air.

He had finally agreed to try it out, after some thorough convincing. Arthur gladly let you control the aerostat, as he adored the view.

The day was perfect for flying. The sun was shining and a gentle wind pushed the hot air balloon.