Flying with the East Wind
PRINCE WAKES. HE IS FLYING ON EAST WIND’S BACK. EAST WIND ‘Morning! You slept in. Couldn’t wait for farewells. PRINCE Where are we? EAST WIND We’re getting close. That’s the Himalayas. Where Quan Ying the demonness is buried. Can you hear her complaining? See that valley - right at the heart of the mountains? That’s the runway. Oh yes. Smell. PRINCE SNIFFS That’s pomegranates that is. And figs and spice and grapes. Hang on. THEY SWOOP AND LAND Perfect touchdown. PRINCE Soft grass! beautiful flowers! Am I finally really in the Garden of Paradise? EAST WIND Listen.