there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
A shudder runs through the dragon at the feel of her climbing aboard his back, settling among ridges and midnight scales, but Ronin is comfortable enough. Still a caretaker through and through, huh, he rumbles through the bond with an accompanying chuckle. I'll be just fine - I don't have any feathers to pull out in this shift. Just hold on tight. As if he has to tell her twice. If she does tumble off, there's little doubt that Ronin will catch her, but he'd really rather it not come to that.
So if there's nothing further, the Huntsman will angle back towards the Falling and the dawn sparkling off the Arclight, and with only a small jostle of claws and tail, promptly drops off the side of it.
Plummeting in a freefall like this is unashamedly his favourite, and Lena will feel the draconic instincts to feel the wind and sea spray under his wings like a whoop of excitement through the bond. At the last moment his wings snap out to skim the tops of the waves, the dragon pulling up to start the climb towards the clouds. Alongside them Stormbreak broods and sparkles in the morning light, but there is a noticeable lack where the Tower used to be.
All okay? he asks.
So if there's nothing further, the Huntsman will angle back towards the Falling and the dawn sparkling off the Arclight, and with only a small jostle of claws and tail, promptly drops off the side of it.
Plummeting in a freefall like this is unashamedly his favourite, and Lena will feel the draconic instincts to feel the wind and sea spray under his wings like a whoop of excitement through the bond. At the last moment his wings snap out to skim the tops of the waves, the dragon pulling up to start the climb towards the clouds. Alongside them Stormbreak broods and sparkles in the morning light, but there is a noticeable lack where the Tower used to be.
All okay? he asks.
ronin
