I know it's hard to abandon your path
A corner of Noah’s mouth lifted. He let his wings beat a little slower, settling into an easy hover alongside the Firecracker, careful to keep clear of rigging and sails, close enough though that he didn't have to shout at the top of his lungs to talk to her. “Yeah,” he admitted, voice carrying over the wind. “A sign might be wise. ‘Attuned, not wild.’ I’ll have to remember that.” The realization that Melita might not know he had been released from his work as a demigod suddenly hit him, pusling through his limbs, but he didn't linger on it.
At her question, he glanced out over the open sea, eyes tracing the long, empty horizon. He breathed in a lungfull of the salt and the vastness. “Sometimes I need the sky." His wings flexed in a slow, powerful stretch. “Flying clears the noise." He rolled one shoulder, feathers rustling. “The griffin helps with that. Speed, sight, endurance.” A faint, knowing glint passed through his glacier eyes. "But that's not just the only trick this form has for keeping me alive.”
At her question, he glanced out over the open sea, eyes tracing the long, empty horizon. He breathed in a lungfull of the salt and the vastness. “Sometimes I need the sky." His wings flexed in a slow, powerful stretch. “Flying clears the noise." He rolled one shoulder, feathers rustling. “The griffin helps with that. Speed, sight, endurance.” A faint, knowing glint passed through his glacier eyes. "But that's not just the only trick this form has for keeping me alive.”
When this is all that you have
