[se] waiting for the smoke

HENRY

a knife twists at the thought that
I should fall short of the mark

The only thing Henry can truly surmise from his own examinations is that the golden eagle flying before him seems regal - as all eagles do, really. But there's something in the way he carries himself. It's different than confidence or pride, but it's also something he can't quite place. Perhaps if he were less stressed and his mind less heavy he would remember who Deimos is, from his knowledge of the history surrounding Caido. But he doesn't, and maybe that's better. Maybe it makes this chance meeting all the more innocent, not having to worry about allegiances or history or who they are to the world. Perhaps they can be who they really are, granted a certain kind of freedom where they hang in the sky.

There is a lot to see! He pipes up through the bond, gliding so that he can pass beside Deimos as the other eagle pursues the breeze. I guess I'm just... trying to escape for a while, he says with an honest answer he hadn't pondered until now.

A spark of mischief streaks through the bond, You know, I can show you a few places I've found. If you think you can keep up, In a display, his wings flap through the air and he pushes off ahead a few feet, looking at Deimos from his peripheral with a chuckle. He suddenly cuts downward, sweeping toward a garden in the distance. As they get closer, it will become apparent that it's a maze... and there is something eye-catching at the very center.

middle of adventure
such a perfect place to start