[Dezel comes up behind him. Sorey's enthusiasm is absolutely contagious. With everyone else out of sight manning their stations, there's nothing but the wind around them and a hollow bird below. The seraph tucks his head into Sorey's shoulder and takes a deep breath, his warmth and wind all around them--
-- and then the ship begins to really fly. It's true that wind seraphim can give the ships a boost and that's what he's doing. But it doesn't feel like work. It feels like his awareness is spreading below Sorey's arms, carrying both the former Shepherd and the ship on gentle, invisible wings.
They sure are going fast, though. It isn't long before they begin to enter the clouds and the city is just a speck behind them. While the air is thin up here, some kind of seraphic arte forms a very faint barrier that keeps it breathable. It's still pretty cold-- but Dezel keeps the air warm, so long as he's concentrating.]
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-- and then the ship begins to really fly. It's true that wind seraphim can give the ships a boost and that's what he's doing. But it doesn't feel like work. It feels like his awareness is spreading below Sorey's arms, carrying both the former Shepherd and the ship on gentle, invisible wings.
They sure are going fast, though. It isn't long before they begin to enter the clouds and the city is just a speck behind them. While the air is thin up here, some kind of seraphic arte forms a very faint barrier that keeps it breathable. It's still pretty cold-- but Dezel keeps the air warm, so long as he's concentrating.]