The day after, the group resumed their journey to the elven capital.
This took several more days and the routine was always the same: take off at dawn, fly all day without stopping, and land at dusk somewhere to rest.
The nights were the only time the group had to handle all their needs, such as eating, using the bathroom, stretching their legs, checking their equipment, etc.
The druid flew in a straight line most of the time, taking advantage of air currents when he could to save energy, but even so the effort of maintaining his animal form for so many consecutive hours took its toll.
Because each time he landed, he returned to his elven form and collapsed on the ground like a sack of potatoes, falling asleep before his head touched the grass.
Mark took advantage of the nights to eat whatever was available while trying to ignore the growing pain in his back and legs from sitting for so many consecutive hours.
