"You've got it! You heard them, Gibbs! Let's go-!"

There's no sign as they start to moving - only that they do. It's not a fast speed that they go into, but it gradually hurries more, the air blowing more in their face, a slight squint or turn of the head to mind drying eyes.

(If that's a thing Flux has to worry about.)

But the disk of water stays sturdy under foot, the ground only far from them when the ground dips. They have a direction, a goal, and they're being led to the peaks of the rolling hills that make the landscape to reach that distance field.

Except their approach has made clear a scene not too far, on Flux's side. Tidus slows their ride with a "whoa, hold on," and the disk under them comes to a hover.

"You see that? Over there!"

He points, and there's a fenced in portion of a farm, horses moving back from approaching...fiends? Some kind of animal, monster, Tidus doesn't know, each one moving awkwardly on twisted limbs.

One manages to grab at a horse, and it buckles under it, neighing as it topples.