05-03-2024, 08:33 PM
The open water spreads beneath him, wide and vividly blue. The white foam of the waves is mirrored in the low hanging clouds above the horizon, stretching as far as his eyes could see. Far to their left, the dead grey sand meets the water, and the green smudge above the horizon far to their right is hardly discernible as the rolling hills of the Gates. Ruhr has flown this way before, and is in no hurry as they soar across the sea.
At her command to ‘Watch this’, he does, the sky blue of his eyes tracing her flight across the sky. She moves upward, farther away from the Baltian waters that stretch beneath them, and Ruhr drifts a bit higher himself, still watching as the hippogriff barrel rolls down through the sky. Her control over the new shape is impressive, as is the strength and coordination necessary for such a maneuver. Had the Moon given her such ability, he wonders, or had she been chosen because of them?
He nods appreciatively, the gesture exaggerated to be visible as they fly, and he angles his wings to take them higher. The farther they are from the surface of the sea, the more comfortable he becomes. There has been no war in years, not even from the Baltians, but one can never be too careful.
When he asks about her ability, Demi is visibly startled. She drops, quickly enough that his eyes widen in concern, but she catches herself before she descends far.
“I can.” He replies over the wind, “I hear you, but not with my ears.” He’s not sure how to describe it. He knows it is her voice not because it sounds like her, but because it feels like her.
Around them, the wind changes, sweeping in from the east. Ruhr banks right to follow it, the brightly colored feathers of his wings glittering in the sun. He is grateful for the necessary movement, giving him something to focus on as he considers.
A new blessing from the Moon? A gift intended as confirmation that she was Chosen? That seems most plausible, Ruhr decides, though he will ask the Moon. When though, he thinks as they soar closer to Stratos. She has never spoken to him there but perhaps, with Demi…There is no fathoming the magic of the Moon, Ruhr knows.
Ahead of them the clouds of Stratos grow ever larger.
@Demi
At her command to ‘Watch this’, he does, the sky blue of his eyes tracing her flight across the sky. She moves upward, farther away from the Baltian waters that stretch beneath them, and Ruhr drifts a bit higher himself, still watching as the hippogriff barrel rolls down through the sky. Her control over the new shape is impressive, as is the strength and coordination necessary for such a maneuver. Had the Moon given her such ability, he wonders, or had she been chosen because of them?
He nods appreciatively, the gesture exaggerated to be visible as they fly, and he angles his wings to take them higher. The farther they are from the surface of the sea, the more comfortable he becomes. There has been no war in years, not even from the Baltians, but one can never be too careful.
When he asks about her ability, Demi is visibly startled. She drops, quickly enough that his eyes widen in concern, but she catches herself before she descends far.
“I can.” He replies over the wind, “I hear you, but not with my ears.” He’s not sure how to describe it. He knows it is her voice not because it sounds like her, but because it feels like her.
Around them, the wind changes, sweeping in from the east. Ruhr banks right to follow it, the brightly colored feathers of his wings glittering in the sun. He is grateful for the necessary movement, giving him something to focus on as he considers.
A new blessing from the Moon? A gift intended as confirmation that she was Chosen? That seems most plausible, Ruhr decides, though he will ask the Moon. When though, he thinks as they soar closer to Stratos. She has never spoken to him there but perhaps, with Demi…There is no fathoming the magic of the Moon, Ruhr knows.
Ahead of them the clouds of Stratos grow ever larger.
@Demi