"don't' be silly, Iruka, he walked away from the crash, he's probably got an airship."
People came through with their horses, occasionally. "Or a flying horse or a large, trained parrot, or he knows some sort of magic spells. Maybe fifth level tech, like I tasted."
"And Tybalt probably wasn't going to eat you, it served you right for trying to pocket that spoon. You have the impulse control of a grease fire, Iruka. Glub glub." He started walking, again. Town town town. "They turned me into a bird once. A flying bird. Eagle. Only for a minute, but it was great," because legs didn't matter when you could fly, it had been glorious. "Like hang gliding but better and miles beneath you everything's perfect like the best map delicate people like ants."