there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
Shifting slowly, as if he's part of the Falling itself, Ronin's large head swivels around to look at Lena. Morning, he rumbles; even his mental voice seems lower in this form, and he gives her a glance over just to make sure she's not at risk of being smacked off the edge of the cliffsides, before moving himself. Flattening down to give her enough space and height to climb on his back, he huffs a breath towards the leather bag.
We're going to be flying up into the clouds, he explains. There's a powder in there, I just need you to seed the clouds with it. Be careful not to drop it, though - I don't know if I'd be able to get any more of that stuff. A trickle of amusement makes it through the bond, Ronin's wings folding more comfortably against his sides so she doesn't accidentally step on them.
We're going to be flying up into the clouds, he explains. There's a powder in there, I just need you to seed the clouds with it. Be careful not to drop it, though - I don't know if I'd be able to get any more of that stuff. A trickle of amusement makes it through the bond, Ronin's wings folding more comfortably against his sides so she doesn't accidentally step on them.
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