[PQ+] meant to fly

Noah

we follow our own steps
while our shadows keeps watching us

Having only ever ridden one other time on such a large flying creature, Noah held on for dear life. He was sure Deimos could not only feel it over the bond, but could feel it in Noah’s muscles as he gripped feathers with enough force to turn his knuckles pale white. While logically he knew he could help his own descent by intervening with his transportation magic, it didn’t make the idea of falling any less terrifying — and Noah had fallen from the sky before, when Ronin’s nimbus disappeared out from underneath him on the Sea of Glass.

Finally landing in the Grounds, Noah stretch himself out and focused on keeping his breathing in check to slow his heart rate. All of this was done, of course, behind a glacial expression. Only Deimos could truly know how the man felt now with his access across the attuned pathways. The two who came to help came, and Noah kept himself civil as Darkeye greeted them. The pale-haired ancient was a stranger to him, but her opalescent horns caught his eye and his attention. Noah offered a small smile to each of them; a practiced from of diplomacy he honed with his years in government affiliation.

”Let’s get started, then.” Noah said, looking to Deimos for instructions. The Sword had brought this collaboration to fruition, and Noah was glad to help bring more unification to the world and to expand trade for his own city, but to say he trusted Darkeye with this project, let alone anything else, would be a lie.

the wrong steps
would be not to start this exodus.