and on to the glory at my right hand
No, there certainly should not, Ronin agrees, even as his husband shifts fully into a manticore's fur and rockets towards the maybe-probably-definitely dragon against the cliff. "I swear, if that is your uncle," he says slowly to Melita, but by that point the entire cliff face seems to... shift. To shrug, and Ronin is left dumbstruck.
Not for long, of course - his nimbus propels them forward as quickly as he can make it, and already there are leathery wings unfurling from his shoulders. "Just in case," he says, mostly to himself, before settling in to wait until they get closer.
Not for long, of course - his nimbus propels them forward as quickly as he can make it, and already there are leathery wings unfurling from his shoulders. "Just in case," he says, mostly to himself, before settling in to wait until they get closer.
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