They say blood makes you related but
loyalty makes you family
Normally, the Launceleyn wouldn’t have caved in the face of what he saw as condescension. However, he was getting a bit sick and tired of the Fae’s attitude. Beyond that, Jiao seemed oh so certain that he, a mere human, wouldn’t be able to fly. While the truth of the matter was that he didn’t know if he was capable of it, seeing her hover a couple of feet off the ground and literally look down on him sparked some competitive streak that his family had instilled in him long ago.
So, without bothering to speak, he gently extracted himself from the small luxere. She looked up at him with wide and excited eyes as he called up his magic.
A pegasus appeared, fur and feathers even purer white than the mounds of snow coating the ground. Still remaining silent, he had it kneel and swung his leg over its back; while it wasn’t quite like riding a horse, he found a comfortable seat eventually. His legs gripped the winged horse tightly and he buried his hands in its mane. Without a saddle, he didn’t want to go too high, but a few feet wouldn’t kill him.
While he probably should’ve given this a great deal more thought, he order the pegasus to take to the skies.
Which it did.
And suddenly the earth fell away and he flew in lazy circles around Jiao’s head. However, instead of enjoyment, he just felt a desperate fear and the need to cling to his mount, terrified of what might happen if he fell. Apparently, he was not the biggest fan of heights.
So, without bothering to speak, he gently extracted himself from the small luxere. She looked up at him with wide and excited eyes as he called up his magic.
A pegasus appeared, fur and feathers even purer white than the mounds of snow coating the ground. Still remaining silent, he had it kneel and swung his leg over its back; while it wasn’t quite like riding a horse, he found a comfortable seat eventually. His legs gripped the winged horse tightly and he buried his hands in its mane. Without a saddle, he didn’t want to go too high, but a few feet wouldn’t kill him.
While he probably should’ve given this a great deal more thought, he order the pegasus to take to the skies.
Which it did.
And suddenly the earth fell away and he flew in lazy circles around Jiao’s head. However, instead of enjoyment, he just felt a desperate fear and the need to cling to his mount, terrified of what might happen if he fell. Apparently, he was not the biggest fan of heights.
LOREN
