Fly low

You bend the arch of your flight into a dive and luxuriate in the feeling of the air at its most powerful. It pushes past your scalp and threatens to tear your rags from your body. You extend your wings to capture the wind just before hitting the ground and transition into a graceful glide before the rampaging horses.

 

The hooved beasts, startled and awed, rear before you. Their riders are stunned. They bow their heads out of respect for your angelic form.