Emmaline squealed as the carpet whipped out of the window and over the streets of Copher. The door gave way a heartbeat afterwards and several servants and an evil looking overseer rushed in with drawn swords cursing and shaking their fists at the vanishing pair. The streets below were in uproar as the hunt for escaped slaves continued. Shouts went up as searching guards caught sight of the flying carpet. Bowstrings snapped and arrows glittered in the moonlight as they rose towards the carpet.

“Can you do something about that!” Amal called back over the windrush. Emmaline who, to that point, hadn’t been able to do anything than cling to Amal and the carpet, forced herself to straighten up. The carpet seemed to wrap one of its corners around her waist to steady her as Amal zoomed between a pair of towers, narrowly avoiding a volley of arrows. Emmaline raised her arms and incanted a simple spell. The arrowheads flashed to fireballs as the metal sublimed to a molten state, igniting the shafts and fletchings in spiraling burning cinders that rained down like glowing fireworks, followed by a shower of droplets of molten steel. 

“Can you get us out of here before a real wizard gets irritated!” Emmaline shouted, waving a hand to swat another flight of arrows like a bursting firework. Amal let out a shout and the carpet zoomed skyward until the city below them vanished to be replaced with the silvery moonlight desert. 

The city was far out of sight when the carpet finally settled to the ground. It seemed to grow lethargic and settle to the ground Emmaline stepped somewhat thankfully to the ground and Amal with obvious reluctance. The carpet seemed to wave lethargically and then, as though elastic rolled itself up into a narrow cylinder.

“Well,” Emmaline said shakily, looking around the darkened desert in all directions.

“You sure know how to show a girl a good time.”