"No... It would be better to fly above that." Onyx said, motioning towards a dark haze on the horizon. "A sandstorm. The updraft will make it easier for me to fly while carrying you." Before he could complain or chicken out, Onyx looped her arms under Tarentek's, lifting him off the ground easily. "Try not to move." 

She smiled as she sped higher and higher in the sky, careful not to let go of Tarentek, yet. She waited until they were over the center of the storm, and then she let go. He did not fall far, his hooded robe created enough drag to suspend him in midair. Onyx laughed at the expression he had on his face, and then went on to explain why he had not fallen to his death. 

"We call this 'Wind Net' or Olias. The spirits of the land and air care for my people, so as long as we are in the air they will not let us fall. They caught you because they saw that I was carrying you." Onyx took his hand in hers, guiding him back to her so she could carry him again. "That was for pushing me into the water, I will not drop you again. Olias is strongest over storms." She said with a laugh. Her Tribe's nest was not to far away anymore, she could see the mountains now.