Adrian Blackwood

She'd barely finished saying the word when Bran shot into the air. Didn't even flap his wings, just shot straight up into the evening sky like a cork. They were high above the trees in an instant and still climbing, and below them the island looked like it was home to hundreds of little glowing stars as they were able to spot more and more of the reindeer ambling across the island in the dark. Finally, Bran stopped rising, high enough that they could not only see the entirety of the island below them, but also the dark ocean and the lights of Baltimore beyond it.

"Fast enough?" he asked, cheeky.