there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
It definitely takes some getting used to, Ronin agrees with a rumble in his throat that sounds like a draconic equivalent of laughter. They cross the distance from the centre of Stormbreak to the City Gates in no time at all, and with a shimmer of silvery powder, the deed is officially done. Huffing out a breath that might just be relief, Ronin dips them back down beneath the clouds, tilting in the air to direct them over the Falling where they started.
Alright, hold on tight--! It's the only warning he gives her, as well as a crackle of excitement that lurches and unspools as he makes the dive. Like a starry-bellied spearhead, Ronin tucks his wings in tight and aims them directly down towards the churning waves, giving them a much better opportunity to enjoy the freefall for a while longer.
As before his wings snap back out at the last moment, their tips skimming the surf, before he's pulling them up away from the ocean spray and back towards the skies above.
Alright, hold on tight--! It's the only warning he gives her, as well as a crackle of excitement that lurches and unspools as he makes the dive. Like a starry-bellied spearhead, Ronin tucks his wings in tight and aims them directly down towards the churning waves, giving them a much better opportunity to enjoy the freefall for a while longer.
As before his wings snap back out at the last moment, their tips skimming the surf, before he's pulling them up away from the ocean spray and back towards the skies above.
ronin
