That note of laughter made everything worthwhile. If he were capable of it in this shape, Gaja would've smiled. As it was, he could sense the awe rolling off his companion.

"This won't be your last time flying." Rather than a spoken voice, the words were more like the notes of a song on the wind, a deep sort music that almost seemed to resonate more in Cian's mind than outside of it. As large as Gaja is in this form, he can cover a lot of distance quickly with those powerful wings. Which prompts his question:

"What do you want to see first?"