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D.M. Aderibigbe, from “Letter from My Father, Odysseus”

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Wrong Fight Club

Happyland Week 4 | Champion of Fiends

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As he speaks, Fiora listens. He reminisces of a time near but far, too, so far. Her eyes shine in sorrow, but a small, polite smile remains on her face. It doesn’t escape her notice — how can it? Was, was, was... A hand folds over her chest — in fact, the hand with her bracelet. She notices it for a moment, is taken back to that moment — a young girl, tentatively putting metal around her wrist, sternly telling her to watch her big sister. Something hard and sharp swells in her chest. She’ll have to give this back, now... there’s no pretending that she upheld that promise.

But — she focuses herself on Heath, and the loss he is sharing with her. So delicate and gentle a thing. She’s honored for it, holds it carefully in her fingers, as though afraid it may break. Asking or delving into the subject may shatter it in her hands. Fiora cradles it, instead, kind gaze on him.

She doesn’t plan, really, on letting him know how similar their situations are — until it sounds as though he’s concerned for her well-being. Smiling, eyes closed to hide how deep the pain in them runs, she asserts her point of view...

“Huxley is all I have left of the 5th Wing... I couldn’t possibly let harm come to him.”

(Wouldn’t you have said that about the rest of the 5th Wing? And where are they now, Fiora?

The voice stings, but she cannot contest it.)

“Besides... pegasi are somewhat fragile creatures. Their bones are weaker than a horse’s, likely so they can fly. Even an accidental swipe could hurt him.” She smiles, staring up at him. “So... I’m happy to help ease things between him and Hyperion. Of course... I’ll take any pointers to holding my own against a wyvern.”

This is what Fiora does, after all. She fights. If she could not even protect her pegasus... what good was her skill?

One-Eyed One-Horned Flying Green People Eater 🐉

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Fiora listens intently to Heath’s instructions on how to deal with wyverns... that is, until his wyvern interjects. Something about the companionship between the two, and the way his hair is ruffled completely softens her heart. Before she realizes it, she finds herself laughing, lightly, behind bent hand.

(For a moment, perhaps, she is not the war-torn woman she is. For a moment, she isn’t a commander that lost her squadron. For a moment — just one — she’s simply a young girl, laughing at the playful antics of an animal.)

“F... forgive me,” she flushes apologetically, forcing herself to temper. She’s probably acting quite rude... “I see... so he’s trying to scare others off by appearing frightening.” Hopefully, meaning, he isn’t really too frightening in the end. Though...

Smoothing out her expression back to placid friendliness (though, as ever, there was almost something sorrowful there, in the way her eyes shone), she muses on the thought. “Whether or not Huxley will fight back... that is a good question...”

Ah — now her expression really is sad, though she’s still smiling. “In my squadron, one of the other pegasi was a troublemaker... she took after her rider, in that way.” (She could see the twinkle of eyes, could still feel her hands on hers...) “Huxley mostly did his all to ignore her. He doesn’t find those sorts of things terribly interesting...”

But she couldn’t have the two clashing... hmm...

“Would it help if I fought him?” She’s completely serious, and thoughtful about it, to boot.

One-Eyed One-Horned Flying Green People Eater 🐉

[wingboundwarrior]

The midnight moon shines pearlescent on the blade of Fiora’s lance, slicing clean strikes through the air. Over and over, again and again, she strikes at nothing, fighting no one, deliberate motions, following the rhythm of a battle imagined. Her face is serious, eyes dark in the night, left hand held at her side, wrist bent, still, while her right works her weapon.

Whatever she is seeing in her mind must be a powerful thing, indeed. She doesn’t hear the noise at first. She’s entirely entranced, body straining with the action, legs burning, arm aching, but—

A twig snaps, and she spins, her weapon leveling with her.

Her eyes go unclouded as she focuses on the figure before her. There, in front of her, is a young man, robed. Probably a student from the monastery... she lowers her weapon... but... wait... is it? Can it be?

Tentatively, Fiora takes a step towards him. Then another. Then, a smile comes to her face.

“Erk!”

She runs to his side, hugging him with her once-immobile left arm as she did so. “I didn’t know you were here...” She pulls away, studies his face. She’s looking — to make sure he’s well. “How long have you been here?” // @erkcana

This Mind Isn’t Mine

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TOA Anniversary Munday

Celebrating TOA and the people who contribute to make our group what it is.

Repost, don’t reblog. Only fill in what you feel comfortable sharing!

Happy anniversary, TOA! Here’s to many more years spent together.

Name: Serena

Pronouns: she/hers

Birthday (no year): February 3rd

Where are you from? What is your time zone? US, EST!

How long is your roleplay experience? I’ve been roleplaying as long as I can remember... I have vivid memories of creating characters with my friends as a small child and pretending to be them. From there, I moved to forums, paper and pencil RP, texting and email RP, and the like! I’ve been roleplaying on Tumblr specifically for over 10 years.

How were you introduced to roleplaying as a whole? I think it really just came naturally to me and my few friends as a kid, haha! My first forum was a Harry Potter one as a child... and then I got into Tumblr RP with my introduction to Star Trek!

How were you introduced to TOA? I found TOA while in the “fe rp” tag, as they’re really frequent in there!

Do you have any pets? I have two cats, a 4 year old gray cat named Jasper, and a less than a year old black cat named Jacinth! They don’t get along 💖

What is your favorite time of year and why? (Season, holiday, general period) Winter by far! I grew up in a humid environment, and I find the colder weather and environment so magical! Even though I’ve moved, I still do 💖

What is your IRL occupation? I’m disabled!

Some interests and things you like/enjoy? I love crocheting, playing farming sims, and watching anime!

What non-Fire Emblem games do you play? Fields of Mistria is my favorite game rn!! I’m also a sucker for a game I’ve been playing since I was young called Mabinogi! But a good rule of thumb is, if it’s a farming sim available on the computer I’ve heard of it and have an opinion on it.

Favorite Pokemon type & Pokemon: I never really got too much into Pokemon buuuuut my favorite TemTem is Vulffy 💖

Tell us some fun facts and trivia about yourself!

How did you get into Fire Emblem? I met Havoc in another roleplay space and when we moved away from that space I wrote with his Fire Emblem characters, and then I was curious about the source material, so!

What Fire Emblem games have you played? FE7 and a little tiny bit of Three Houses! 👍

First & Favorite Fire Emblem games: FE7 for both JKLFAJKL

List your 5 favorite Fire Emblem characters across the series! Ohhhhh I mean. Definitely Serra and Fiora but also Florina? And Erk? And Heath? And... ohhhh tbh it’s so hard. They’re all so good.

Who was the first character ever to make you go “ooh I like this one in particular” and why? Can be any context and reason! The first time Serra opened her mouth she had reached through the screen and grabbed me by the throat.

Any Fire Emblem crushes? I’d marry Eliwood tbqh....

If you’ve played (or are familiar with) the following games, who was your first S support? Who would you S support nowadays? Wheezes.... I haven’t.... ever gotten that far :softsmile:.....

Favorite Fire Emblem class? I actually love Mages sooooo bad.... But I do rely on my Cavs for. Everything ,

If you were a Fire Emblem character, what would be your class and stats? Would you be playable? I’d be a healer!!! Probably a mounted healer actually!!!

If you were a Three Houses character, what would be your affiliation? (Black Eagles, Blue Lions, Golden Deer, Church of Seiros, Those Who Slither in the Dark, unaffiliated civilian, other - for example Almyran) Probably Church of Seiros!!

If you were an Officers Academy student, what would be your boons, banes and potential budding talent? Boons: Faith Banes: Everything else 😅 Budding Talent: Maybe Reason?.... ha ha.... Deep down I want it to be Bows, though

If you were an Engage character, which nation would you originate from? (Firene, the Kingdom of Abundance; Brodia, the Kingdom of Might; Elusia, the Kingdom of Knowledge; Solm, the Queendom of Freedom; Lythos, the holy land of the Divine Dragon; Gradlon, the desolate land of the Fell Dragon) I really have no clue but I’ll say Lythos for fun 🙏

How do you pronounce TOA? 🤔(separate letters, to-ah, other?) Separate letters!

Current TOA muses: Fiora and Serra!

Past TOA muses? I wrote Limstella for about seven seconds but actually still muse them in another server!

Who was your first TOA muse? If you no longer have them, can you see yourself picking them up again? Serra! Yes, I still got her!

Do you believe you have a type of character you gravitate towards writing? YES I write Sunshine Girls or Melancholic Girls. Sometimes both at once. 🙏

Do you have characters or types of characters you don’t think you can handle writing, but wish you could? Honestly not really, I think I could figure out how to write other muses but these are the ones I enjoy most!

What kind of scenes, situations etc do you believe you enjoy writing the most? (If you filled this out last year, has this changed in any way?) I really love delving into emotionally or physically charged things... I’m a little angst demon.... I really want our characters to feel and feel deeply....

Do you have any scenario in mind for your muse(s) that gets you thinking “man I hope I get to write this one day”? For Fiora, I hope to confront her feelings of failure and sorrow over her losses. I want her to be called out!!!! For the self-sacrificial shit she does!!!! I want her to be honest and emotionally vulnerable!!!

Favorite TOA-related memories? I feel like every thread I write is my new favorite thread 🫶

Present or past tense? Present tense recently, honestly!

Normal size text, small text, no preference? I actually like small text the most but I’ll do anything!!

Got any potential muse delusions to share? 😉 Nope! I’m happy. 😌

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“They are,” she says, smiling faintly. “Though they share many similarities, of course, pegasi have quite a few differences from horses... Their bones are more fragile, for one thing. They have to be, to be able to fly... but it also means you must be careful with them both in and out of battle. They can easily break their ankles while traversing forested areas... it’s best to remain to the sky, if the ground is uneven. Always keep your lance in front of them... you want the enemy to engage with your weapon, not your mount.” Realization that she’s rather chattering away comes over her, and she reddens a bit. “Though... I suppose that isn’t relevant, as you’re not aiming to be a pegasus knight...” She rubs her head and smiles, a bit awkwardly. “Forgive me...”

Huxley shakes his head, and Fiora turns her attention to patting his neck.

“Do you think you can slide off easily, then? Give it a try on your own.” Fiora’s stepped back, to allow Lapis room.

    “ A little bit, yeah. I'm no cavalier, but I've learned a little when I needed to from some other folks. ”  She can't quite remember the last time she mounted a horse though, not riding them often and hardly being raised around their kind. She relies heavily on Fiora's guidance then, lifting her leg onto the pegasus knight's proffered hands, and with a fluid motion, she feels herself get propelled upwards and into the saddle. It's a bit awkward at first, and she slowly positions her left leg on the other side of Huxley, trying not to spook him with any sudden or jerky movements, but once she's settled into place, she tries to sit up straight and tall and get used to this position and sensation again of what it's like to be in a saddle.

“ It's tall, but not as tall as I remember being on a horse was like, ”  she comments.  “ I didn't think about it before, looking how wide they are with their wings, but are pegasi smaller than horses? ”

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She can understand the need to strike and dodge quickly. She relied on Huxley for such things. Strange that holding the sword a similar way that she might hold a lance would make her slower... Fiora tries to relax her wrist. She sways the sword from side to side, like she is still expecting something large and unwieldy... Ah, this is going to take her a while.

“You slice with swords, is that right?” She turns to the side and tries it, experimentally — an awkward stripe across the air. She finds she’s afraid to use too much power and is using hardly any. But maybe swords aren’t about power... maybe it’s just the light little movement, the dancing the air...

A few more slices before something seems to occur to her, and she looks a little apologetically at the sword’s owner.

“Ah... but I am not really fighting with it, am I? This is just a play, after all... As long as it looks alright in my hand, that should be enough, shouldn’t it?” She shifts her grip again. “Where do I... place all my fingers? It feels like there’s hardly enough room...”

They Called It the Mad King's War Because It Was Mad Terrible Bro

Affluence | Heavy Armor +1

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And, of course, he doesn’t listen to her.

Fiora opens her mouth to say— well, something, but — she finds herself gasping instead. The searing pain against her shaking limb and the heavy dizziness over her head make it so hard to breathe, so hard to think, so hard to—...

She shakes her head, tries to center herself to the pulsing pain. Stay awake. Stay awake. Stay awake.

She has to focus on something. But there’s nothing to focus on, here. There’s no battle — just a man she hates, falling to her side. She doesn’t want to focus on him, lest she do something she’d regret, but any other thought is awash in agony...

“A— Ah!” Fiora jolts away as he tries to maneuver against her arm — not, this time, out of malice, but pure pain. It matters not. His strength is better than hers, now that she’s injured so — he can grab her and bandage her as he pleases. What’s he using? Is it dirty? Yes, focus on that. He’s probably using something horrible and tattered, she’ll get infected, and then she really will kill him, no matter what the monastery wants of her, she really will...

Then he deigns to ask her the stupidest question that exists. She gapes at him, for a moment, before spluttering, “Your brothers— wouldn’t have— killed my sisters, if I— were.”

In fact... what is it he’s doing? Is he... undressing? “Wh— what are you— d-doing?” Instinct tells her to kick him, but dizziness stops her from doing so immediately. “Don’t...” A shaking hand goes to her arm, lightly scratching at knot of whatever he’s tied there. “I have— medical supplies— in my bag. Please don’t— use your clothes.”

He wasn't helping deescalate the situation, and some part of him regrets his choice to be a bit of an ass about this, but until he knows more about who she is, he's not about to give her a soft target.

He watches with a critical eye as she takes the lead rope from him, unspoken venom rolling off her in waves. She hushes it like its a babe or some small, scared animal -- and things very quickly go all kinds of wrong. The beast screeches at the woman's attempt to soothe it; it ducks its head and charges at her as she steps back, headbutting her with enough force to launch her backwards into Lloyd's chest. He was ready for something to go wrong, but not quite to this degree; he's able to catch the woman by the shoulders but still staggers from the sudden handful of person that's been shoved at him.

And the blasted fool of a woman stubbornly holds onto the reins.

When its initial attack did not immediately earn the beast its freedom, it struggled further; thrashing itself wildly, which drags the woman out of Lloyd's steadying grip.

The crunch of bone is unmistakable, an unrestrained shout of pain following right on its heels...and the creature takes its chance to flee as Lloyd skirts around its flapping wings. There's blood spilled into the sand around their feet, and he does his best not to kick up sand as she falls to her knees, bitten arm pressed against her thigh as the wound gushed blood.

He stares for a second, mouth working silently until--

"Are you out of your mind?!"

Eyes narrowed, he ignores her demand and turns his gaze to her injured arm. He doesn't have the skills for this nor the supplies. They needed a healer, but fat chance of one being among those that had volunteered to wrangle these creatures to where they needed to be -- which hardly mattered, as they were too far down the beach now. Heavy bleeding, bone visible...he couldn't take care of this.

"Stubborn, prideful--" Lloyd mutters, hands quickly going for the sash at his waist as he tries to recall whatever he can for first aid in this severe of an injury. He has the cloth free in seconds, a few more to attempt to ease her arm away so that he could begin to wrap it. It wouldn't staunch things for long, but it was better than nothing.

He wasn't even going to try anything with the awkward angle she was holding it at.

"I can track it down later, this will not wait. Unless you fancy passing out here from shock and blood loss?" he asks, tone clipped, fingers now working with the speed of familiarity to unbuckle several of the belts on his person. Perhaps not the best, but improvisation didn't leave him with many options to fashion a sling. "You wouldn't happen to be a skilled healer, would you?"

It would be far too fortuitous for this whole adventure if she was.

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September Activity

Status: Passed! Skill Points Gained: 2

Knowledge Gem from TOA Happyland ➜ +1 Sword Activity ➜ +1 Sword

Skill Changes:

Sword - E ➜ D

Gained Access to the Class:

Myrmidon

Mastered the Class:

Recruit

Learned/Obtained:

Personal skill from Happyland Participation: Wingbound Warrior — On Initiation, +2 Spd and +1 Res. 12+ Happyland IC Posts Prize: Vorpal Spear 12+ Happyland IC Posts Prize: Vorpal Sword 12+ Happyland IC Posts Prize: Ebon Ribbon: Grants +2 speed, awarded to Team Sheep From mastering Recruit: Resistance+ From Rank D Sword: Iron Sword and Armorslayer

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Knockout Pt. 1

Circuit 1 Battle 4 ⚔️

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It happens entirely too fast, but Fiora had expected this. Her fiends were outclassed — she knew this. One by one, strike by strike, the two on the field fall, and she is left only with her injured Clairvolant, the one she had been avoiding using this entire fight. Clairvolant stares at her as she summons him, and she gives him a kind pat. “Just a little longer,” she promised, “and it will be over.”

There’s not much she can do to win at this point... but she may as well fight her best.

Clairvolant moves 1 to Q6. Clairvolant uses Water Pulse on Baobaraffe. (d20 = 15, 2d8+10+14 = 31) It's super effective! Baobaraffe takes 28 damage.

Backing up to give himself as much space as possible to be safe, Clairvolant shoots a volley of water at the tree-like fiend. It seems to do severe damage, even if the creature still stands and does not fall to it. She will remember that. She braces herself for the retaliation that is sure to come — and it does, indeed, come.

The cow-like creature is unable to get a hit off — and though the tree-like one does, its damage seems low. Clairvolant, who is already greatly damaged, can hardly sustain more damage, even if that damage is small.

Clairvolant moves 2 to S6 and uses Water Pulse against Baobaraffe. It's super effective! Baobaraffe takes 39 damage and is knocked out.

Clairvolant continues backing up, until he is at the limit of the arena, trapped in a corner. His shot strikes true — true enough that Baobaraffe kneels to the ground. Fiora’s done it... directly fell her first foe in this game. How pathetic, that it should take this long.

But with Steercerer staring Clairvolant down, it is only a matter of time before it is all over.

Wrong Fight Club

Happyland Week 4 | Champion of Fiends

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Fiora was a being who knew intimately the ways of war, battle, and death — but Griss was someone else entirely. Where she’d been sick after her first kill, she could imagine him having delighted in it, crooked smile and light in his eyes. Was it a dishonorable thing, to be so fond of so messy a business? Perhaps it didn’t matter. Whether or not she felt the same way as him, she had blood on her hands too, just the same.

She decided not to dignify that with a response.

Seeing the sleeping fiend traded for another was disheartening. He could simply trade out of any sleep she inflicted. She ought to take a more aggressive approach, but... no. She’d still set up, first. It was her only hope — his only folly in this battle was his willingness to rush into it.

Museon moves 5 to O6 and uses Supersonic on Harlixen. (d20 = 15)  Harlixen is Confused!

Museon, injured and limping, returned to her side. She gave it a fond pet. “Thank you. You’re doing well,” she praised. And now... time to do the only damage she could.

“It’s up to you, Juncko!”

The lizard swished his tail, staring at her, still a confused, distant sheen in her eyes, and then moved to attack.

Juncko moves 1 to K5 and uses Poison Tail against Harlixen. (d2 = 1, d20 = 5, 2d6+8+6 = 25) It’s super effective! Harlixen takes 30 damage. Juncko takes 3 damage. Confusion save check… (d20 = 5)  Juncko is still Confused.

Wrong Fight Club

Happyland Week 4 | Champion of Fiends

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Scared? No, not quite... but her fiends were outclassed, and she was knowledgeable in the fact that they were so. The only way to give herself an opening was to play this slowly, carefully. To take every opening, every breath she could. She had to do this for Mark’s honor... for her team...

Hm, but... red team. Wasn’t that Florina’s...?

Losing to this man, though...

“Do you not know the benefit of setting things up?” He must be a poor fighter if so... should she tell him that? “No wonder you came into this already defeated.” Oops...

Speaking of setting up; first, museon moves, to take no action. Then Juncko — but his eyes were alight, even though he stumbled in a haze of confusion that felt familiar to Fiora from earlier.

Museon moves 5 to K5. Juncko moves 3 to J4.  Juncko uses Poison Tail against Steercerer. (d2 = 1, d20 = 4, 2d6+8+6 = 18) It’s super effective! Steercerer takes 16 damage.  Juncko takes 3 damage.

Wrong Fight Club

Happyland Week 4 | Champion of Fiends

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It was a total change of script from her battle with Duessel — this new combatant seemed to have none of the principle of him. She blinked in surprise. Even Karel was not so abrupt... Well. Maybe that wasn’t quite true, but...

Before she could quite focus on this Griss, one his fiends screamed out a piercing cry. Her attention was diverted, too long, too quickly, foolish girl, and suddenly—

A great pain in her head. Blizzard ice, sharp blades of it coiled and churning and turning. Everything pounded. Her knees hit the ground, her breath left her lungs...

Ah... That was it. She was defeated now, too. As she tried to regain her breath, a distant part of her waited for the battle to end, but... if it didn’t end for Griss, why would it for her?

“Does sending a mental barrage count to you as spilling blood, then?” ... Why did she even bother to ask, really...? She shifted to sit, taking in the blurry landscape as the pain continued.

Juncko wasted no time. He shot a bit forward, licked his eye, then yawned.

Juncko moves 1 to L5.  Juncko yawns at Steercerer.

Now that she could no longer fight on her own, she might as well bring out Museon, even if she didn’t wish for her to get injured... With a sigh, she summoned her old companion, who gave her a bemused look as she returned.

“I know... but we don’t have a choice...” She gave it an affectionate pat, then gazed across the field again. “Just stay for now. We’ll see if he can get you an opening...”

Museon joins the battle on P6.  Museon does nothing.

Wrong Fight Club

Happyland Week 4 | Champion of Fiends

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Fiora thought that was it. A few more hits between her and Duessel, and the battle would be over. But the world shifted between her feet, falling and rising, landscape morphing, sun sinking slightly in the sky, and —

No longer was she before Duessel’s fiend. Now she was many yards away from a dark-haired man, and his fiends.

She shook her head to clear the confusion from it. A tiny paw pressed on her leg — she glanced down to see Museon, big orbs staring up at her.

“I’m fine,” she murmured, fondly, before setting her face serious and her eyes across the field at her opponent, with two of his own fiends out, looking rather worse for wear. Perhaps he lost the last battle. Either way, looking as he was, she wouldn’t dare to attack him directly.

“I am Fiora, a pegasus knight of the knights of Seiros... Let us fight fairly!” She held out her javelin, commanding Museon — who ran forward without hesitation.

Museon moves 5 to J5 and uses Round against Harlixen and Steercerer. (r20 = 7, 2d6+8+8 = 23)  It's not very effective! Steercerer takes 7 damage. It's not very effective! Harlixen takes 6 damage.

The attacks land, certainly, but... Museon made a small noise, glancing back at Fiora. Hmm... the other fiends hardly seemed to take any damage... Wasn’t there something or another about types? And types being good, or bad?...

“Good job,” she called to Museon. “But you’re right... I’ll ask another.” With that, she moved to summon her orange lizard.

Fiora switches Museon out for Juncko. Dropped on M5.

Wrong Fight Club

Happyland Week 4 | Champion of Fiends

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Lukas’ sigh called upon a smile to her face. For a moment, Fiora was a free, humored girl, grin overtaking her features, a single closed hand raised to her face. “Well... that’s the risk you run with these things, isn’t it?...” Through the surprised joy was sympathy, though. “Especially with something that is just a rumor... no wonder they’re so fired up.”

Raising her sisters had given her a great insight into how young people’s minds worked. Even though she’d been so young herself — she’d never felt that young. Emotional, maybe, but certainly not young. Sometimes Florina or Farina said something and she’d be stricken with how little sense it made. She’d sometimes feel universes away from them... but all that time only made her understand, now.

With that, she leapt onto Huxley’s back, light and easy. “Leave it to me. I will tell you how far away we are.” A flick of the reigns with one hand, and Huxley took to the sky. A powerful flap, then wings folded and Fiora and him braced through the branches of the tree, then he flapped again.

It was about 10 meters to the cliff face — not far at all. By the time Fiora delivered the news to Lukas and then was landing at the base of it, multiple students had already made their way there.

“Wait for your aide,” she chided as one tried to get a foot up already — they sulked, stared at her. Lukas joined them shortly thereafter with the gear.

“Do you want me to fly the ropes up and help affix them?” she asked him. Huxley shook his head, in anticipation of flying again.

Nothing Bad Ever Happened To Cave Divers

Affluence (+1 Bow)