Sah
The forest never sleeps and the wolf neve dies
Sah's brow furrows at the mention of her dislike for lightning, "I'll be careful of using my lightning magic around you then." Though it really wasn't that simple. The Outlander was a being of lightning. The magic had been curled around and within his soul since his first breath. Probably since before then. But he could minimize overzealous usage until Maeve grew more comfortable with the element. "Sometime in the near future I'll show you just how beautiful it can be." The reaching flash of white and blue. The sizzle as it passed into nothingness but left such an impact in its wake. It was glorious.
As Maeve laughs and they leave the unwanted interruption behind, Sah smirks and shrugs. "Who knows?" He draws the words out teasingly but continues on his path to the Skyport. "Maybe I'll just carry you to the port." He gives the queen a gentle squeeze, "You're warm. It's nice."
