there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
Catching a thermal under his wings, Ronin levels out into a lazy glide to let Lena do her work, barely even needing to keep his eyes open to enjoy the buoyancy of flight, the feel of the wind against his scales. Huffing out another low breath, he waits until the first handful of powder is gone before banking to the left. You won't be able to see it right now, but we're heading right over Stormbreak, he tells her. Could you get another handful and throw it into the clouds here?
With a beat of his wings he takes them higher, to make sure they're absolutely in the right place. After that, I'll take us towards the city gates. The last of it can go in the clouds that way, he decides. That sounds good to you?
With a beat of his wings he takes them higher, to make sure they're absolutely in the right place. After that, I'll take us towards the city gates. The last of it can go in the clouds that way, he decides. That sounds good to you?
ronin
