Conan frowned. How come these people could do this, and he couldn't? He was a Taylor. And Taylors didn't give up at anything. He had been flipped and flung about so many times. He had been in turns of over 4G. He could do this. He pushed his leg across the grass slowly. He was going forwards. This was more exciting than he had thought. His knuckles were still rather white.

He was fine if he just held on tightly. Ok pushing up from the floor took him higher. No he didn't want to do that. Just forwards and backwards right now. He smiled turning his broom slightly.