The rush was unbelievable, totally unbelievable. Like all things in life, it never failed to amaze, to remind of what they did what they did. Seb watched her fly over the edge, his camera fixed on her, as he followed suit, hurtling towards the recurve that threw him airborne. He couldn't help himself, as he threw himself into a backflip, skis flying off as he opened up his legs and arms, the blue material inflating as his wingsuit caught the cold and dry air, fully aware of what he did. He had backflipped off the edge, and now had the void in his view. His love's white and gold a different shade to the rock and snow below, as the moment felt slowed down. The adrenaline was flowing already, but now, his heart felt trapped in a moment of pure bliss, total calm. When you did this, there was no point doubting your ability. If you did, you would get injured, or die. You had to promise yourself that this was your territory, and that you knew your line down.

The speed rushed past his Oakleys, as he dived down, the rocks in double digits in meters in their proximity, as Seb followed Ellie, threading down the mountainside at a stupid pace. Diving a little, he felt the wind kick hard, the speed faster and faster, as it felt as if he was truly gliding. He could open his arms out fuller and back out, but he was coming in closer, a certain proximity. Ellie looked as content as he did, as they flew down the mountainside, the sight of the two a heart-stopping sight to see. The mountainside was rugged, and they were like birds in the breeze, well and truly alive. Seb didn't know anything better than this, maybe not even sex. It was that surreal, the whole fjord in his view, as he began turning, to follow the line's curve. A little bit of a rift that Ellie thundered through was something he followed into, as the rock gave way to greenery, the fjord in sight. They were going for the coastline, right down to the bottom.

Arms and legs open wider, he felt the aerofoil-shape of his body now pick up lift far better, as he thundered past a set of conifers, coming within meters, as Ellie had done. She was fearless, to say the least, and no doubt a match for his abilities. Still, this wasn't a race, just a very, very fun way of doing things. Those did occurred, but this jump was a first, and a real chance to just enjoy life, as it was. At 200mph, they were going over terrain that a supercar could never match the speed on, or any other transport. The view was incredible, the sunrise still going up, as Seb followed Ellie's line, staying right behind her within 20m or so, up close and personal with the Canadian's back, as they began coming out of proximity with the mountainside and clearing over this last stretch. They had to get a little height, and amazingly, due to the level of diving that they had incurred on the way down, it was possible to actually create positive lift with the wingsuits they used- the speed converted to lift, and giving a little more breathing room for deploying the canopies. Breaking off a little to her left, he had her in full view with his cameras, as they flew over the coast of the fjord, about ten seconds from going splat if they didn't deploy here, and hence he was out of her way when the parachute flew into the burble and rocked her into the arms of safety, out of the jaws of madness.