"This place is absolutely gorgeous," he agrees. "This whole world feels a lot like a video game and it's beautiful."

"Too bad I can't, like, actually play a video game, the way you talk about them. Mountains don't normally get this steep or tall. We're not actually sure why - the native culture here wasn't good at writing things down - obviously a Fate put them here but we don't even know if it was deliberate or not."

"I did not in fact spend much time playing video games—not my thing, really, I had more interesting things to do with my time. But yeah, the scenery is very fantasyland-style, the kind of thing you'd put in your game to wow your players."

"Well, it's kind of a big world, and maybe it's easier to have dramatic-looking things here because of Fate magic. I'm sure you want to go sky-diving or something. I might even come with, it's not like we can't afford good safety magic."

"Eeeeee! That'd be fun."

"Let's do it, then!"

So where might they go to get the appropriate safety magic safely magicked?

There is a massive tourist industry devoted to skydiving! They can just drop a few thousand Kavased for the VIP package at one of those.

What does it include?

Professional skydiving trainers for the duration, practice runs in a wind tunnel, four fast trips up high to dive from (first go attached to a skydiving trainer). Triple redundant parachute-equivalants, plus rental of crash tolerance amulets similar to Terel's force-shield. Participation in a sort of air slalom course, or gliding down the steep sides of a mountain instead of falling through open air, if they want.

He's game for pretty much everything. He'd be pretty cool just jumping, without any charms—he still has his wings. But the training is fun, anyway, and also Terel.

Well, Terel is not about to skydive without training.

But soon: Skydiving! He whoops in thrilled delight pretty much the entire way down.

Eeeeeeeeeee it is a thrilled delight, yes, falling is so much fun—flying it, too, for that matter—do they have a way to make people fly he'd love to take Terel flying—

There are lots of ways to fly! The supposedly most thrilling-yet-still-safe one is to buy or rent a very expensive magical item called a Wing Pack - a backpack that produces half-intangible wings that flap on their own but fly you according to your mental direction.

Ooh where can he get Terel one of those?

There are high-end bespoke sports gear shops.

Terel is not aware of this plan of Sadde's, he suggests a hike up one of the known-to-be-prettiest mountains.

Sadde bids Terel wait a bit because he wants to go buy him a present.

"Ooh, should I be excited? Bit hard to be when I have no idea what it is. One to ten?"

"Hmmm... I predict minimum eight."

"Heh, okay, I'll wait here for the promise of a minimum-eight present."

Zip! To the store!

It's almost like one of those absurdly fancy jewelry stores on Earth. Lavish decor, spacious interior, shiny things hung on the walls, with the addition of a big warded testing area in the back. No prices listed, two impeccably dressed salespeople.

"Good afternoon, sir. Welcome to Custom Flight."

"Good afternoon! Would you happen to have a Wing Pack?" asks the man with wings.

"We do, ah, manufacture and sell those, sir. Would this be a gift for someone?"

"Indeed! Although I'm presenting it just now so I'm not sure a wrapping will be necessary. ...it might make for a nice effect, though."