there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters
The dragon huffs beneath her, and laughter echoes down through their Attuned bond; when Ronin speaks next, he might even sound a touch breathless. Of course we can, he says. I don't get to do things like that all too often. And it's a crying shame, after the exhilaration of the dive. For now though, I suppose we should get on with our work...
Drifting into silence, Ronin's wingbeats become strong and rhythmic as he carries them up and into the clouds over Stormbreak, until there's little to see but mist, and his scales (and likely all of Lena) become coated in moisture. Okay, I think this will do. If you grab a handful of the powder, just let it loose up here.
Drifting into silence, Ronin's wingbeats become strong and rhythmic as he carries them up and into the clouds over Stormbreak, until there's little to see but mist, and his scales (and likely all of Lena) become coated in moisture. Okay, I think this will do. If you grab a handful of the powder, just let it loose up here.
ronin
