Laughter echoed back through the Attuned link, the raven a merry trickster as he dove through the grove of what might once have been a park amid the Ruins and then burst back out into clear air. She was behind him faster than he expected, her larger wings propelling more air than his smaller ones, but he knew her speed from their last encounter.
Or at least, he thought he did.
She was faster than he remembered, gaining with every wingbeat, and he knew that in a straight chase she would overtake him in a matter of heartbeats. Therefore he needed to throw some kinks into the mix. He arrowed between two narrow slabs of stone, walls fallen together in the distant past and now covered in snow above, while providing shelter below. He came out of that lean-to flying so close to the ground that his wingtips kicked up tiny puffs of snow with each stroke, and his next target was swiftly in range.
Tucking his wings tight he shifted and curled himself into a ball, feathers turning to fur just as he hit the soft powder and rolled to a stop - right underneath Auni, the white fox shamelessly using the little luxere as 'base.' He ended up on his back, belly to the sky and shaking with mirth and sneezes in equal measure. Oh gods--! There's snow up my nose! Halp! He called out through his wheezing laughter.
Or at least, he thought he did.
She was faster than he remembered, gaining with every wingbeat, and he knew that in a straight chase she would overtake him in a matter of heartbeats. Therefore he needed to throw some kinks into the mix. He arrowed between two narrow slabs of stone, walls fallen together in the distant past and now covered in snow above, while providing shelter below. He came out of that lean-to flying so close to the ground that his wingtips kicked up tiny puffs of snow with each stroke, and his next target was swiftly in range.
Tucking his wings tight he shifted and curled himself into a ball, feathers turning to fur just as he hit the soft powder and rolled to a stop - right underneath Auni, the white fox shamelessly using the little luxere as 'base.' He ended up on his back, belly to the sky and shaking with mirth and sneezes in equal measure. Oh gods--! There's snow up my nose! Halp! He called out through his wheezing laughter.
