"Well, we came to talk to the king and well when we entered he was dead, not even yesterday when we arrived, but just when we entered here, at a time when no one would wonder if the King is sleeping or is he with his peers or something like that"
"I know, but it is most likely"
“Hehe…I c-could f-flatter you…u-until the e-end of t-time, my darling emerald…” Siglos said softly, chuckling. He breathed out, savoring the warmth of Sylvia's finger against his cheek.
"Well, let us try and hope for the best, alright?" Jeanne said as they began to approach the inn, exiting the domain of the nobility. "It'd be better for this city if he was alive..."
Sylvia merely chuckled, planting a soft kiss onto Siglos's cheek, a small, faint green lipstick print being left on his cheek. "As with me, my Ashen Gem..."
Warmth immediately rushed to Siglos’s cheek, a deep, bright blush spreading across his face.
"You're right...it's odd. I may have to begin sensing around us more often."
Siglos hesitated, glancing at the doors of the inn. His stomach growled quietly, reminding Siglos that he hadn't eaten since early last evening.
Siglos quickly shook his head, remembering how painful the process sounded when she described it earlier.
Siglos stared at Sylvia for a moment, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he saw Sylvia pout.
Siglos’s eyes widened, his own smile growing on his face. The idea of being able to leave the city with his mate, even for a short while, clearly excited him as well.
"Yeah, I was going to ask Saffi and Shalor if they wanted to go too, and what about you?"
“O-oh! W-well…that sounds lovely, honey…” Siglos said softly, his smile widening. Gingerly, he wrapped both hands around Sylvia’s neck again, pressing his body tightly against her back.
"I..." Jeanne pondered for a moment, before nodding her head.
"Let's go then!" Sylvia exclaimed. In a split second, her wings unfolded, sending her flying dozens of meters into the air as they flapped, the wind pressure contained against her wingspan as to not cause to much of a scene and blow innocent people away.
"Cool, it's good that you relax a bit"
"I'm sorry to intrude." Saffi said, approaching their room. "Did I hear something about travel plans?" It was hard to get a read on her expression, and that's because she didn't even know how she felt. She was both worried and excited.
"I mean, it's better to be unpredictable. If it's true, they're probably expecting us to stay at the hotel planning a military tactic."
"I suppose that makes sense...still, I slightly question our safety...I best go with you." She said, not knowing Noah and Jeanne's pre-existing plan.
"Don't worry, any activity out of the ordinary will be taken into account." Noah said with a smile before turning around.
Siglos released a loud gasp, his grip growing tighter as she launched them into the sky. The wind buffeted his hair and face, whipping at his eyes until he was forced to close them. Once he recovered from the initial surprise however, a wide smile slowly crept onto his face, the Everian laughing softly, before pressing his lips against his mate's neck.
Siglos pressed himself tighter against his mate's body, digging his fingers into her muscular flesh as much as he could. His ears popped, the sudden burst of speed almost disorienting him as they began to fly away from the city. Gingerly, he looked downward, staring at the city far below. It was a sight he had seen many times from his father’s airship…but this was the first time he could truly appreciate it, the marvelous Everian architecture stretching across the ground like an elaborate pattern of jewels.
Siglos’s yelp of surprise was lost in the wind, as the two rocketed away from the city. The wind beat painfully against Siglos’s face, his skin stretching across his face. His ashen hair flowed haphazardly behind him, the ponytail nearly becoming undone. It was…scary, in a way, Siglos had never traveled this fast in his life. Yet…
Siglos’s body slammed heavily into Sylvia's back as she came to a halt, knocking the breath out of the Everian. He let out a soft oof, taking a moment to catch his breath.
