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They scrub her up, dress her all nice in dirty grey, tie her hands behind her back and lead her blind out of her cell with the black hood knotted closed at the front. She can't breathe in the smoky street air, can't hear over the press of boos and cheers and chatter that erupts on her ears.

This is it. She's going to die.

The hangman's hands are surprisingly gentle -- but then they have to be, don't they? The crowd needs to be told who's the hero and the villain of the scene -- it's just like a play, she realises, just the endlessly-retold fable of the Bad Little Thief who was Brought To Justice. She's blithely accepted it hundreds of times as part of the gleeful crowd.

This is it. This is it. She's going to die, and they're going to mince her body so she can't come back, and--

--there's a split second's nothing as the hangman pulls the trapdoor lever, clunk, and--

--SHE SCREAMS as the wood beneath her feet vanishes, crack, and--

--hits grass, crumples, struggles, falls, screams again, is she dead?, screams again.

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"Hello, Bison?"

Yes, she's talking to the bison.

"DO... YOU... OBJECT?"

Muuuuurgh, yawns the bison. Translate that how you will.

Apparently Iroh takes that as assent because he begins carefully working his way up the tail. His interpretation can't be too far off since the Bison doesn't send him flying. When he finally reaches Jona, Iroh smiles. "That was a good plan."

Iroh gets a bow.

"Why, thank you!"

Now, how do you start this thing?

"You're the one who can speak to Flying Bison," Iroh grins at Jona, unsure of how to proceed himself.

"Um..."

Once again, Iroh makes an excellent point. But after assuring herself that there are no reins in evidence, Jona finds herself at a loss as to where to go from there.

"Bison? Hello? Lankllym a bison? Fly for us, would you?"

It doesn't seem to be working. Still, Iroh is not discouraged, "Keep trying, I think maybe it's starting to work."

"Hello, Bison? " That last part translates into something vaguely Welsh-sounding, incidentally. ""

By amazing coincidence, something in there sounded vaguely like yip yip.

Iroh would have clapped appreciatively, but he's busy holding onto the Bison so as not to plummet to his death. "Well done," he laughs.

This seems the wisest course of action. Jona has fistfuls of fuzz and she's not letting go.

"Thanks," she gasps, once she's done with the taking-off shriek.

"So," Iroh says over the sound of the rushing wind, "Where are we going?" She got the Bison in the air, that must mean she's in charge!

This might not be the greatest leadership decision. Once she's over the initial shock, Jona's a little busy laughing her fool head off.

IS VERY VERY FAST! :D

"Um... um... I don't know! That way!" Cue her pointing forwards, for about a thousandth of a second before she grabs hold again. (Incidentally, she's holding on with her feet as well. Her shoes, which were sitting loose on the Bison's back, didn't stand a chance.)

"Good choice," Iroh approves loudly.

Loooooooooong pause.

"How do we steer it?!"

"You're the expert," Iroh protests. "You tell me!"

Uhh... with great difficulty?

"...We could pull on its shoulders?"

Iroh looks very doubtful, "Perhaps... it would be better to let it go where it wants?"

"...Sounds like a plan."

It would take a ~~very slightly~~ more foolhardy girl than Jona to argue with the gigantic wooly hill with horns, after all.

The two of them hang on and give up on trying to control the Bison, and eventually it decides to land on its own. There scene below is really odd: a farmhouse, a large stone dormitory, and a... boat?

...Yes, that's definitely a boat. (She's seen pictures!)

...The house is huge.

...JONA'S FINGERS WON'T UNCLENCH. D:

Such is their triumphant arrival (http://community.livejournal.com/shatterverse/24229.html).