The smashed petals and leaves were as brilliant as fireworks blooming in the sky. Faye Yardley could even faintly hear bursts of cheering from the crowd below.
She wondered if she had seen similar fireworks the last time she visited. As for the people inside those petals and leaves? Who cared? Everyone had to rely on their own abilities to survive. Thrill-seekers never cared about the price they had to pay for their excitement.
Faye wasn't too worried about what would happen when the dandelion's protective shield broke. She had already simulated no less than five or six plans in her mind for a safe landing from this high altitude. After all, such good things—gaining a few Attributes from eating a meal and gaining a bit more from playing a game—always came with a price. Perhaps this was a case of fortune favoring the bold while the timid starved.
Since she couldn't stand up as she pleased, she stayed glued to her seat, simply turning her head whenever she wanted to look around.
