Gaja felt every ripple of wind in his feathers and soft touch of the banshee's hands in them. A rumbling trill (rumbling only due to his size) bubbled up as they continued to fly. Those strong wings beat steadily, sending the wind rushing around them.

"West. To the Americas." There were waterfalls and lakes and canyons and rock formations to be observed and adored. "I'll show you so many wonderful things," he sighed happily. How lovely it will be to experience these wonders with someone at his side!