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Chapter 107: I Have a New Friend
🕑 Added 2024-06-20 08:36:37 +0000 UTCIn the morning, Mahya and I first sat at the computer to find a place where we could take off in the balloon. Quickly, we discovered we were optimists.
Our first challenge was finding a suitable take-off location. The dense urban environment of SF and specific aviation restrictions made it impossible to launch from there. We considered Napa Valley and Sonoma Valley as alternatives, both about 60 to 90 minutes from San Francisco, depending on traffic.
Second, a hot-air balloon flew much slower than we thought. The distance from San Francisco to Las Vegas is approximately 420 miles. In a hot-air balloon, travel times are highly variable and dependent on weather conditions, wind speeds, and directions. Typically, hot-air balloons travel at speeds ranging from 5 to 15 miles per hour. Given these speeds:
· Best-case scenario (15 mph): It would take around 28 hours of continuous flight.
· Average scenario (10 mph): It would take around 42 hours of continuous flight.
· Worst-case scenario (5 mph): It would take around 84 hours of continuous flight.
We looked for a route with optimized landing zones, convenient transportation options, and nearby hotels so we could cut the journey into sections. After a long deliberation, our route looked like this:
San Francisco to Merced
Distance: 130 miles
Direction: Southeast (SE)
Bearing: 135 degrees
Estimated Flight Time: 8-12 hours
Merced to Visalia
Distance: 90 miles
Direction: South-southeast (SSE)
Bearing: 150 degrees
Estimated Flight Time: 6-9 hours
Visalia to Bakersfield
Distance: 90 miles
Direction: South-southeast (SSE)
Bearing: 150 degrees
Estimated Flight Time: 6-9 hours
Bakersfield to Barstow
Distance: 130 miles
Direction: East-southeast (ESE)
Bearing: 110 degrees
Estimated Flight Time: 8-12 hours
Barstow to Las Vegas
Distance: 155 miles
Direction: East-northeast (ENE)
Bearing: 70 degrees
Estimated Flight Time: 10-15 hours
Landing site: Jean, Nevada, 25 miles from LV
We studied Google Earth and aerial maps to recognize the places we were supposed to land in.
The third problem was that we could cast invisibility on ourselves but not the balloon, so there were governmental agencies we had to contact.
Federal Aviation Administration (FAA)
Contact: We had to inform the FAA and get approval. The FAA considers hot air balloons as aircraft and requires them to comply with regulations.
Requirements:
Flight Plan: We had to file a flight plan detailing our route, stops, and estimated departure and arrival times.
Pilot Certification: That was not a problem. Both of us conjured the needed local certificates.
Airworthiness: The hot-air balloon had to have a valid airworthiness certificate. Again, not a problem with conjuring.
Local Authorities
City and County Permits: We had to contact the local authorities in San Francisco, Merced, Visalia, Bakersfield, Barstow, and Las Vegas for any specific permits or notifications required for launching and landing within city or county limits.
Air Traffic Control (ATC)
Flight Coordination: We had to coordinate with ATC for specific airspace regulations, especially when flying near busy airports or controlled airspace.
Insurance
Liability Coverage: We needed adequate insurance coverage for the trip, covering potential liabilities and damages.
Balloon Insurance: Specific insurance for the hot-air balloon and its passengers. Those two we also conjured.
By this point, I was ready to give up on the idea and just rent a car, but Mahya was insistent. She was determined to make the trip in the balloon, and no matter what I said about dealing with governmental agencies, she wouldn't budge. I knew what we would have to deal with and was ready to make my way to Vegas alone, but I gave up quickly on the idea—you don't abandon your friends, even if they're stubborn, illogical mules.
The legal shit took us two days to arrange with a lot of phone calls and going all over SF to various offices. By the time we had all the documentation ready, I was a nervous wreck, and Mahya was even worse. At some point, she remarked she would choose the elves over Earth's governmental authorities every single time, and she wasn't joking. I wanted to remind her it was her choice, but stopped myself—I hated "I told you so's"—no need to do it to others.
Al didn't help the situation. He was upset we called him back too early and kept complaining until I snapped at him, "If you think fucking is more important than your friends, you can fuck right off and not come back."
He looked shocked for a minute, his eyes widening and his mouth falling open as if he'd just heard something utterly unbelievable. His face then contorted with anger, brows furrowing deeply, and his jaw and fists clenching tightly. The anger transformed into a look of hurt, causing his eyes to soften and his shoulders to slump slightly, as if someone had just placed the world's weight on them. Finally, a spark of realization lit up his face, his eyes brightening and his expression smoothing out as he had an epiphany. His body relaxed, and he stepped closer, extending his hand with genuine remorse. "I am sorry. How can I help?" he said, his voice earnest and tinged with a newfound understanding.
There was hope for him yet.
"Just help with Rue. I can't keep telling him to lower the TV so I can hear the phone conversations."
He nodded, and a minute later, the TV volume went down a notch.
Finally, FINALLY! Everything was arranged, and we were ready to take off at dawn the following morning. I picked up the truck from the rental agency and gave them the exact location in the Sonoma Valley where to pick it up. And there was a message from Sonak that after a one-day rest in Chicago, he boarded the train to LA. We were ready.
After all the hassle, I wanted to clear my mind and suggested dinner at a fancy restaurant. At dinner, Mahya apologized for her insistence and admitted that it was illogical. Al apologized again for his behavior. And I apologized for snapping at both of them. We were good again, and I relaxed and let it go. I hated feeling angry or annoyed.
Navigating the balloon down the stairs was impossible, no matter what we tried. So, Al went to the concierge to keep him busy so he wouldn't notice anything. Mahya stored the balloon, and at the lobby, I discreetly sent a mana dart at the lobby camera and fried it. Mahya took out the balloon, and we pretended like we brought it down the stairs. Roger, the concierge, looked very impressed we managed it. I gave him another $100 to assuage my guilt about the camera, shook his hand, and thanked him for everything. At last, we departed for the take-off location.
As we ascended, the wind greeted me with a mischievous tousle of my hair, transforming it into a whimsical masterpiece of chaotic strands dancing in the air. Mahya and Al, their hair mysteriously unaffected by the breeze, exchanged a bemused glance. Mahya couldn't resist teasing, her voice laced with amusement, "What's the story with your hair? Did you stick your finger in a light socket?"
Grinning, I replied without missing a beat, "It's just the wind saying hello." As if on cue, my hair flopped over my eyes like a wayward mop, eliciting more puzzled looks from them.
They looked at me like I was a lunatic, Maya's mouth twitching in an attempt to suppress a smile. She then tilted her head as if pondering something profound. "Remember you told me to hit you over the head if you start to behave like a crazy person?"
"Yes, if I start talking to grass, not if the wind says hello. Those are two separate things. Talking to grass is a whole different level. The wind is just playful," I explained earnestly, attempting to smooth down my unruly hair, which only seemed to defy my efforts further.
"I fail to see the difference," Al said with a confused expression.
"There's a subtle nuance," I assured them with mock seriousness.
Mahya snorted, unable to contain her laughter as she playfully nudged my shoulder. "So, wind conversations are acceptable, but grass whispering is off-limits?" she quipped, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
"Exactly," I affirmed with exaggerated nodding. "Wind is whimsy, grass is... well, just unsettling."
Al shook his head. "You are a special kind of strange, you know that?"
"Why, thank you," I replied, giving a mock bow, my hair flopping forward dramatically.
They didn't look convinced, but at least now they were laughing.
"I thought you know a wizard?" I asked Al.
"Yes, but he is good at building things, not talking to the elements."
"Well, each wizard has their specialty. I'm learning that this one is mine."
He harrumphed but said nothing.
To prevent myself from hovering and crashing, I divided my mind and connected with the wind. I didn't achieve Unity, but I forged a connection. To increase the chances of her accepting, I presented it as a game, since I knew she would probably refuse if I asked directly. I didn't talk to her; she didn't communicate in words but in sensations, feelings, and emotions.
The time before Rue learned to talk was a great learning experience in this way of communication. I sent her the feeling of a game, of playing, of having fun and laughing, and the sensation of the balloon flying in a specific direction. To make sure, I sent a feeling of boredom and disinterest in the other directions. And again, a sense of fun and exploration in the southeastern direction.
She liked the game, and the balloon took off in the correct direction much faster than the promised 15 mph. I split my mind a third time to ensure the balloon could take the speed and channeled low mana Restore into the balloon. The third split was still difficult for me, but easier than in the past. I didn't know how long we flew like this, as I entirely focused on the wind and the Restore spell, with the third part of my mind serving as a safeguard to keep me from losing myself completely.
I heard Mahya say, "Well, we won't be landing in Merced. We just passed it."
I was so surprised I almost lost the connection, but the wind nudged me to keep playing, and it was enough to keep me on task. It didn't feel like we flew for 12 hours, not even 8.
She touched my shoulder and said, "Tell your friend to change direction to the South-southeast, or we might reach Fresno instead of Visalia."
I sent the wind the sense of tiring of the game, and wanting something new and exciting. A sense of fascination washed over her. I sent a sense of joy and exhilaration in a south-southeastern direction, and she enjoyed the change in the game. She ruffled my hair again playfully, and I laughed out loud. She enjoyed that and wanted to play more. Our speed picked up even more.
After a while, Mahya touched my shoulder and said, "Tell her to slow down. We're losing altitude, and I need to use the gas, but at this speed, it might burn the balloon."
I sent the wind a sense of slowing down, but she didn't want to slow down. It wasn't effortless, but I managed to explain the need to slow down using emotions and sensations, explaining the reason behind it. She still didn't want to slow down. She was having too much fun. So, instead, she engulfed the whole balloon, lifted it, and increased the speed even more. I upped the mana output of the Restore spell; we were zooming at this point.
I heard Mahya say, "We passed Visalia."
"Direction?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"We're good. I'll tell you when to change."
I couldn't gauge the passage of time while being lost in the wind, but after a while that felt longer, Mahya touched me again and said, "Change to east-southeast."
Repeating the same communication sequence as before, the wind changed our direction.
"Altitude?" I managed to ask.
"I don't know how you're doing it, but we're good. Great, actually."
After another unknown time, I noticed I no longer had any problem holding the three splits. Finally, I looked at my surroundings and saw it getting late, judging by the low sun.
"How long have we been flying?" I asked.
"Thirteen hours? Maybe? Something like this. With your channeling, I don't want to take out my phone."
I checked on Rue, and he was doing great. He had his paws on the lip of the basket and his face held high into the wind. This dog was a speed demon.
I checked my mana, and it was still good: 7,800/10,200.
I thought that maybe the wind was helping me regenerate. I was sure I used much more mana for the Restore. Seeing as I was in complete control of my faculties again and could think and function with the three-way split, I split my mind the fourth time and almost blacked out from the mental strain. But this time, I was an old hand at this and knew it would be fine.
I lifted my hand and channeled Heat into the balloon.
"Restore is more important right now," Mahya said. "We are going really fast, and I don't want the balloon to tear."
"I'm channeling both."
"He is terrifying sometimes," I heard Al say.
"You'll get used to it," Mahya answered him with a laugh.
I couldn't focus on them anymore. The fourth split was giving me a killing headache. After an undetermined time, I dropped the Heat spell and let my mind rest.
"Tell me when we need the Heat spell again. I know the wind is carrying us, but I don't want to take any chances if she gets tired of the game."
"Will do," Mahya answered me.
After another undetermined time, I began to see more and more lights in the distance, and they became more colorful with every mile.
"Mahya, check our location. I'll stop the Restore so that it won't fry the phone. I think I'm seeing Vegas."
"You are."
"How long have we been flying?"
She took out her phone and said, "Twenty hours."
She taped a few keys on her phone and said, "Our speed is about 28-30 mph."
I was speechless. We were doing double the optimum speed.
I sent the wind powerful feelings of gratitude, love, and admiration and conveyed to her that our destination is the lights, but not to reach them—just get close. I also asked her to please slow down gradually because the game was coming to its natural conclusion.
For a moment, she resisted; she wanted to keep playing. I sent her the feeling that we would play again, but this game ended because this was the correct point where it was supposed to end. She accepted my desire; it wasn't an agreement but an acceptance and slowed us down. Again, she tousled my hair playfully in every direction for a last farewell and went to play elsewhere.
"I don't see Jean," I said.
"I think we passed it." She looked at her phone. "Maybe we can land in Sloan?"
"We didn't study its map. Can you recognize it?"
She pointed at a small cluster of lights very close to Vegas. "I think it's those lights."
She cast Wind Funnel to direct the balloon, and in less than ten minutes, we began our descent into Sloan.
That was one hell of an interesting flight.
Comments
JJB4345_80_815
Thank you for the chappy! [Quote] I was a nervous wreck, and Mahya was even worse. At some point, she remarked she would choose the elves over Earth's governmental authorities every single time, and she wasn't joking. [/Quote] Makes total sense...
TravelingDreamer
It's 90% done, they are leaving soon. Liked the pic.
Obran
It was the idea of this https://x.com/interiorvilla1/status/1803456442743009657?s=61 That got me interested in this web fiction, but earth has been dragging on and the whole thing has gotten focused more on creature comforts. Still like it, but kind of hoping this arc comes to an end soon
TravelingDreamer
🤷
TravelingDreamer
Definitely.
ReadingObsessed
That's awfully nice! I wonder if it's an elemental spirit or maybe the embodiment of an aspect. Maybe a concept coming alive? 🤷
Pike
I bet you have some amazing vacation plans prepared from writing this book!!
TravelingDreamer
It's Sloan. Good catch, thank you.
Lu
Is it Solan or Sloan?
TravelingDreamer
Yeah, she's supper cool.
HumbleBee
I like the wind!
