“Magnificent, isn’t it?” He snickers at your shining face as you peer over the edge of Medoh’s wing, while he strolls behind you. “For you Hylians, I suppose this is the closest you’ll get to flight.” His tone is snarky, but he seems delighted to share the view with someone for once.

It was indeed one of the most beautiful things you’d ever seen— the sprawling hills of Hyrule Field to the south, Death Mountain looming in the distance, and of course, the snow-capped peaks of Hebra below you… even the windchill did little to bother you.

“Don’t get too close to the edge.” Revali says gruffly, coming up behind you and pulling you back by the scruff of your neck. “And don’t lean like that, do you want to plummet to your death?”