(They'll have to see what the future has planned for them.
Fortunately for them, at this time of year, the days aren't too warm and up in the air, everything feels a little cooler anyway. Still, they've been flying for some time. The ground below them has begun to change from rocky mountains patched with snow and evergreen valleys to something gentler-- rolling forest steppes, mostly plains peppered with smaller forests. The land grows flatter, they pass fewer woods, the trees become shorter and more spread out. The land is becoming sparser.
They also begin to fly over their first few settlements. At first, they're small mountain villages or fortress towns, not unlike the ones that make up Goneril territory or some of the villages around Garreg Mach. They fly over one city, in particular. It's large, built along the river, and given its obviously an important location of some sort-- the capital of this particular province, in fact. There is a large palace and a grand temple of some sort in the very center. Blue seems to be the city's color-- the buildings are painted in different shades of blue and gardens built around large springs and fountains. The city is lively, in the late morning hours... and they fly right by it.
He guides Badira, following the river beyond the city and they start to make their descent. They pass by a small herding village of some sort and the locals all look up when the wyvern's shadow flies over. A group of children jump and wave Claude raises a hand in a friendly greeting. They're still too high up to make out any features but there's nothing wrong with saying hello.
They fly beyond the village and a little while longer and eventually land near the river a good distance away.
He hops down from the wyvern and inhales sharply. Hmm, he should have just climbed down. His injuries still hurt too much to be skipping around carelessly. He recovers quickly though, almost as if nothing had happened at all, and turns to help Flayn down,)
Time for a break. I don't know about you two but I'm famished.
(They left far too early in the morning to really get a real breakfast before leaving. His own presence was a secret too so it's not like they could wake up any of the cooks to make a proper meal. Badira lets out a roar. She is, indeed, hungry.)
Holst arranged some things for us to eat. What do you think? Not a bad place for a picnic, right?
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(They'll have to see what the future has planned for them.
Fortunately for them, at this time of year, the days aren't too warm and up in the air, everything feels a little cooler anyway. Still, they've been flying for some time. The ground below them has begun to change from rocky mountains patched with snow and evergreen valleys to something gentler-- rolling forest steppes, mostly plains peppered with smaller forests. The land grows flatter, they pass fewer woods, the trees become shorter and more spread out. The land is becoming sparser.
They also begin to fly over their first few settlements. At first, they're small mountain villages or fortress towns, not unlike the ones that make up Goneril territory or some of the villages around Garreg Mach. They fly over one city, in particular. It's large, built along the river, and given its obviously an important location of some sort-- the capital of this particular province, in fact. There is a large palace and a grand temple of some sort in the very center. Blue seems to be the city's color-- the buildings are painted in different shades of blue and gardens built around large springs and fountains. The city is lively, in the late morning hours... and they fly right by it.
He guides Badira, following the river beyond the city and they start to make their descent. They pass by a small herding village of some sort and the locals all look up when the wyvern's shadow flies over. A group of children jump and wave Claude raises a hand in a friendly greeting. They're still too high up to make out any features but there's nothing wrong with saying hello.
They fly beyond the village and a little while longer and eventually land near the river a good distance away.
He hops down from the wyvern and inhales sharply. Hmm, he should have just climbed down. His injuries still hurt too much to be skipping around carelessly. He recovers quickly though, almost as if nothing had happened at all, and turns to help Flayn down,)
Time for a break. I don't know about you two but I'm famished.
(They left far too early in the morning to really get a real breakfast before leaving. His own presence was a secret too so it's not like they could wake up any of the cooks to make a proper meal. Badira lets out a roar. She is, indeed, hungry.)
Holst arranged some things for us to eat. What do you think? Not a bad place for a picnic, right?
(They're rest for a few hours before resuming.)