With a final, gentle gust of wind from their harpy escorts, the party landed softly at the foot of the mountain range. Before them, nestled in a lush, green valley, was a giant, shimmering sign made of pure gold that spelled out "HOZYHOO" in elegant, looping script. They had arrived.
The princess, who had been silent and sullen for the entire flight, suddenly sprang to life. She leaped from Bombom's arms, landing gracefully on the ground.
"YEEEEES! FINALLY!" she shrieked, a triumphant, manic grin spreading across her face. She spun around to face the party, her expression instantly souring. "It took you all some days! You are all weaklings!"
Bombom sighed, the sound barely audible over the ringing in his ears from her scream. "I carried you the whole travel," he pointed out, his voice flat with exhaustion.
She scoffed, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "Yeah, sure. I did all the work, navigating from your arms. Now, let's go. Carry me to my mansion."
