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"You got it," Crow nodded, "I got your back, then." He glanced at the mage briefly, pointed at his own eyes with his index finger, and then motioned emphatically at the mage's eyes with two.
I got my eye on you.
With that, Crow began trudging toward the door, "C'mon. We're burning daylight and we don't got time to stand around. I'll show you lot to the stable." Silas CrowleySerena
Silas Crowley was a slower man. His movements seemed deliberate and his words were probably thought out well before he actually said them. That bought Serena the extra seconds that she needed. Light steps carried her after her mangy guide. She made sure the door closed behind her before leaning closer to him. Each breath came through her mouth.
"You know him?" Her head tipped back towards the tavern. "What's his deal? He doesn't exactly seem like the safest man and you two don't look like the best of friends."
The seeker had always been told that assumptions were rude, but the mountains had told her assumptions saved lives. Something about the elf inside the inn whispered of devils, ones that Serena was hoping to avoid.
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Crow shook his head deliberately, "I prefer the term 'acquaintances.' He's got more than a few bricks loose in his foundation. I mean..." He looked over his shoulder back to the tavern to check if the mage was following. "... Did you see his outfit? I'd say that he invested heavily in making those spikes sharp enough to impale anyone who tried to pat his shoulder." The very thought made him shudder. "Hey, and he wanted to go to the Woods of the Forlorn as his first stop! Ain't nothing there but Faceless and whatever other abominations were conjured up. I wouldn't set foot in there if I were you."
"Anyway, the stable should be right around the corner," the man pointed toward the edge of the town. One may even notice the wafting stench of the stable. Serena
"Where I come from, people like him did their best to make life a living hell for us. Outright ditching him would be suspicious as hell and the last thing I need is someone that works for the king suspicious of me." Serena followed Crow 's eyes back to the tavern. "Here's the plan. People go missing inside the woods right? There's monsters and such. We lose him there. First sign of trouble, we split up and make for the last town we saw. We figure our way from there."
Their conspiring ended as when heavy wood beams and bundled hay came into view. Horses waited about. Some of them had wings, while others were a bit more mundane. Serena sighed, knowing full well that she didn't have the coin to purchase a horse.
Losing the mage in the woods wasn't the best plan, but it was a plan regardless. The last thing they need is a devout Nohrian to make their existence known to King Garon. It'll have to take some good chaos to make it work out, though.
"Sounds good," he nodded. As the two of them entered the stable, a beautiful pegasus void of color lifted her head and let out a snort as her wings attempted to open. However, given the confined space, they simply brushed against the walls.
Crow took on an air of calm as they came to the mare as he began to brush her snout. "Hey." He produced a carrot from his robe and let the horse feed upon it as he stroked the side of her strong neck. "Atta girl... Serena, this is Heckle, ebon-winged pegasus."
Every few steps came with another glance over her pale shoulder. The elven mage was taking his sweet time in coming out. Ditching him would be easy enough if they wanted to make the move. How dangerous would that be? We he even tell the king about them? These two seemed just as strange as they did ordinary. He knew nothing of her mission or her intent. If anything, he had a name. Serena was almost certain that would lay forgotten, if it wasn't already.
She watched the raggedy man feed his poor, confined Pegasus. His carrot brought brief wonder. How long had it been sitting in his coat? How uncomfortable was lugging it around? Those thoughts faded quickly and escape returned.
"Heckle?" Serena parroted. Soon muttering. "Strange name for a horse." Distant words came quick and the glacial scout leaned into to her newfound ally. "How fast is this thing?" She whispered. "Why not just leave now? That guy would have no idea where we went."
"Eh, I wasn't the one who named her, but it stuck," said Crow as he came by the side of the pegasus, "Her top speed varies by terrain. On good ground, she can run twenty-five, but in the air, particularly in an ambush descent, she can top a little over thirty without making a sound... but I don't think we'll go that fast unless we're planning on taking the fight to somebody. Bad on the eyes, too."
The man strapped up Heckle with a saddle, then lead the horse out on the other side of the stable. He took one good glance around and nodded his head. The mage had yet to appear.
Good.
Crow took a strange, monocle-like goggle and wrapped a strap around his head. Once the monocle was settled over his left eye, he held his hand out toward Serena. "Time to get ourselves aloft. Take my hand."
The glacial scout took his hand without hesitating. She was a bit uneasy with leaving the ground. In truth, the only time she had left it was when falling from the canyon. The thought sent her stomach whirling, but she had no choice. Twenty five was probably best for their escape, bit it wasn't the number she wanted to hear. The woman stood quiet and wasn't able to bring herself to say anything. Ginger hands wrapped around the man in front of her. He was a knight before? He had to know what he was doing. This wasn't the way she was going to die, but it sure felt like it.
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Upon contact with her cold hands, Crow gripped her tightly and pulled her up so that she sat behind him. Heckle snorted gently at the extra weight, yet she paid little mind afterward. Her wings spread out to their full, magnificent length and beat a couple times to work the muscles.
"Get your feet on the stirrups. It'll give you better leverage," said the rider as he kicked the stirrups behind his feet. He rubbed his nose and leaned forward slightly, "... And you'd best hold on to something." His legs pressed against Heckle's ribs, signaling her to start moving. The pegasus began her gait, then began to pick up speed as they came upon the open road. Seeing the black pegasus stampeding down caused other people to naturally move off of the road in fear.
Crow pushed for the mare to continue her pace down the road, and as their speed peaked...
"Fly, Heckle!"
The pegasus leapt high into the air and beat her powerful wings until they were aloft.
"And we're aloft!" the rider exclaimed, he turned his head back to check on Serena.
The rapid breeze whipping through Serena's hair felt almost as familiar as mountainous chills. The only thing missing, was the longed for buffet of sleet. Strange that she was more comfortable when she couldn't see more than five feet in front of her. However, there was beauty in an endless sky. It stretched as an hanging ocean. Heavy wings beat, taking them ever higher. It seemed they rivaled mountains.
A particularly hard gust dried her eyes. The woman glanced down, finding the tops of buildings and lines of forest reduced to simple shapes. Her stomach dropped. Knee-high boots tightened around the pegasus. Her arms locked her in place. What an idiotic thing to do. Who would make a living flying one of these things?
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The mild tightness from Serena's grip meant she was still on the horse. Great!
As soon as they got high enough into the sky, Heckle maintained a steady speed with a gentle descent.
"Good girl," spoke Crow as he patted the pegasus' mane, "It won't be so bad once you get used to it." He readjusted himself and cleared his throat, "Nice, isn't it? This is the best place for me to contemplate life and stuff." His shoulders lifted, "'Course, I can't say the same for a first time flyer. You holding up, alright?"
"Right!" She shouted. "Contemplate life! Nothing says you're alive, like almost falling to your death!" That being said, the woman gave a heavy sigh. "I'm great!" Sarcastic tones laced hoarse words. "Just peachy!"
She watched the mass of shapes below grow closer. Her stomach returned to its rightful place. The rush of both adrenaline and blood ceased.
"How far do you think is safe?" The woman asked. Her grip loosening and her vocal volume dropped.
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"Ohhh... glad you have a sense of humor, Serena !" Crow chuckled, "We'll be on the road when we touch down, so we're still going to travel a ways on the ground. It shouldn't be long until we reach the next town. That mage will have had to have ridden another pegasus to catch up with us. We just got over a mountain range."
That said, as the pegasus slowly made for land, she braced for the landing. The rider began to shuffle himself in his seat as he also prepared for the terrain change.
"Hold on, this transition tends to be rough on the bum," he said as ground drew close. Moments after he had spoken, the horse touched down upon the ground and broke into a gallop before slowing down to a regular gait. "Gooooood landing."
"Well good!" She returned. "Because he doesn't have one and I doubt dark magic lets someone fly."
She braced for the landing, expecting its to get a bit rough. Riding a horse was already uncomfortable. A pegasus shouldn't be any different. Serena hopped off the moment the horse slowed.
"I just need a bit of time on my feet." She raked her naked hand through her disheveled hair. "How long does it take to get used to that?"
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"Eh, I'd say it was a good year before I got used to pegasus riding," answered the rider as he stroked Heckle's mane, "Longer if you're not enrolled in the army. They trained the heck out of us just so we can get the butterflies out. I used to be scared of heights before I started." He let out a short chortle, "Huh-huh-huh... b'yeah, it took a bit before I managed. My unit leader was a great guy, though. Taught us what a man of valor looks like... really different from the other units in the army. We weren't the merciless types and..."
He stopped himself and cleared his throat once more, "... Sorry, went off on a ramble. Pretty sure someone from the Ice Tribe doesn't like Nohr's lapdogs that much, anyway."
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