Whirring Above

A soft rush of air swept past. I blinked, realizing my toes could move. Everything felt dizzyingly high. Up above, dark blades spun in wide, steady circles around a glowing bulb, humming faintly. Cautious of the height, I shifted my weight and gently curled my paws closer against the steady thumb holding me. The light reflected faintly in front of me, and I held very still, finding my footing in the warm grip.