"If I could fly I would never come back", you said
The cold put a timer on their exploration that ticked down relentlessly, uncaring of curiosity or opportunism. That they had to be quick meant staying active and keeping warm, though that would only work for so long before their blood chilled enough to grow sluggish.
When the surge of waves crashed against jagged rocks beneath her wings and ocean was replaced by land, Maea lowered down and wove between craggy peaks, agile in the acrobatic maneuvers such flying required. She wanted to get close enough to at least check for mageglass, even though she suspected most of it would be trapped below ground, in tunnels and caves. Did cultists still guard it, like they had before the war? Perhaps she might join an expedition next time the opportunity arose... The prize was well worth any effort, and even the danger such ventures would bring.
When the surge of waves crashed against jagged rocks beneath her wings and ocean was replaced by land, Maea lowered down and wove between craggy peaks, agile in the acrobatic maneuvers such flying required. She wanted to get close enough to at least check for mageglass, even though she suspected most of it would be trapped below ground, in tunnels and caves. Did cultists still guard it, like they had before the war? Perhaps she might join an expedition next time the opportunity arose... The prize was well worth any effort, and even the danger such ventures would bring.
Maea
