The urging of knees, slicked feathers (salt, blood) puffing out in brief argument before Melys whispers something close to her face, strokes the curve of a jaw. It's sudden, how the griffin wheels about — launches her weight forward and up, out over the waves.
Heavy wings beat down, brush the surface, dip and make to drag under. A close moment, and then they're properly aloft, surf disappearing beneath black. The night grows thinner, colder for the distance: Breath stretched into stars like those above Skyhold's frigid expanse. Free of the crowd of buildings, the press of the streets, one might forget that it's summer at all.
"Way I see it," At last, coughing out (a fly? something) swallowed on the way up, "Pressing it, that shuts folks down. And if you give something first,"
A sucked breath through her teeth.
"Ain't no saying you'll get it back. But being there, you see things. You got eyes," She's rambling again now, disjointed, and it's a little easier to remember that an hour ago she was sitting in the drunk tank. "You'll see. And you see more. The more you... See."
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Heavy wings beat down, brush the surface, dip and make to drag under. A close moment, and then they're properly aloft, surf disappearing beneath black. The night grows thinner, colder for the distance: Breath stretched into stars like those above Skyhold's frigid expanse. Free of the crowd of buildings, the press of the streets, one might forget that it's summer at all.
"Way I see it," At last, coughing out (a fly? something) swallowed on the way up, "Pressing it, that shuts folks down. And if you give something first,"
A sucked breath through her teeth.
"Ain't no saying you'll get it back. But being there, you see things. You got eyes," She's rambling again now, disjointed, and it's a little easier to remember that an hour ago she was sitting in the drunk tank. "You'll see. And you see more. The more you... See."