Felix watched for a moment, then returned to the hill. He found the glider, buried under a heap of snow. After much struggle and even more frustration, he figured out where to hold on, and got an idea of how to steer.
He picked it up, and instantly got blown over by the wind. Picking himself up, he held it low to the ground to avoid that mistake, and then somehow got it into a takeoff position.
He ran forward, holding onto the handles, jumped as far as he could, and instantly regretted not walking. The glider veered in all sorts of directions, while Felix clung on for dear life. After a hazardous 10 seconds, despite every curse he could utter, the vehicle flipped over, and crashed into a snow drift.
A head popped out, followed by an arm, another arm, and then a very annoyed Valkorian. Resolving to give it another try, he lucked out on his second attempt, and managed to get airborne, coasting smoothly away from the city. The problem was, he kept getting closer and closer to the ground, and the still unwieldy glider had no means of propulsion. So, after about a minute of nerve racking flight, he crashed into another snow bank, about a mile from he had started.
”Oh what the hell, I’ll walk.”
After giving the glider a look that would make a soldier shudder, he started tramping east, following the sea, heading to Kleriel…