Sah
What is knowledge without wisdom?
Sah had kept a nearly white-knuckled grip on Noah as they flew. The Wild Thunder loved flight, perhaps too much. The temptation to stand and put his arms out and feel the wind like he would have if he still had wings had been strong. Keeping his hands occupied had been the easiest solution.
When Noah shifted back, the Wild Thunder turned to him with wind-flushed cheeks and a feral grin, "Yes. Just as fun, though." Deimos' thunderbird was a smoother ride, yet with sharper turns. The wide turns the basilic had to make made for a bumpier but entertaining time. Flying was one of the things that the Outlander missed most and the one thing that had him considering becoming a hybrid every once in a while.
When Noah shifted back, the Wild Thunder turned to him with wind-flushed cheeks and a feral grin, "Yes. Just as fun, though." Deimos' thunderbird was a smoother ride, yet with sharper turns. The wide turns the basilic had to make made for a bumpier but entertaining time. Flying was one of the things that the Outlander missed most and the one thing that had him considering becoming a hybrid every once in a while.
What is desire without instinct?
