Air held him in a slow hover, wings beating in deep, measured strokes as he fixed his position against the cliffside winds. Relief loosened the spike of fear in his chest when she leaned back. It wasn't far enough for his liking, but enough that he could breathe again. His tail lashed once behind him, betraying the leftover tension. He was a protector before he was anything else, and he couldn't help but be worried at times.
Yes, his voice carried across the attuned bond, steadier than the surge of instinct that had driven him downward. It’s me. When he saw, and felt, her excitement towards the skin he was in, he felt a warmness settle in his chest that he let spill over the bond. Only after that did he bank slightly, giving her the full view of him — the white sweep of wings, the leonine bulk, sharpness of talon and claw alike. This was a working shape, built for patrols and storms, not spectacle.
His gaze returned to her, sharp and checking her distance from the edge and her footing. What are you doing out here alone? I am heading to King's End for the rodeo.
Yes, his voice carried across the attuned bond, steadier than the surge of instinct that had driven him downward. It’s me. When he saw, and felt, her excitement towards the skin he was in, he felt a warmness settle in his chest that he let spill over the bond. Only after that did he bank slightly, giving her the full view of him — the white sweep of wings, the leonine bulk, sharpness of talon and claw alike. This was a working shape, built for patrols and storms, not spectacle.
His gaze returned to her, sharp and checking her distance from the edge and her footing. What are you doing out here alone? I am heading to King's End for the rodeo.
noah
you touched my heavy heart and made it light
