Aragon pressed himself flat against her neck and locked every muscle he had, and the enclave rushed up at them with the absolute indifference of the ground approaching the dropped thing.
He could feel the heavy wind clashing against him. His long hair fluttered in the wind as he leaned forward.
The northeast tower resolved out of the general shape of the castle walls — the heavy mounted weapon on its roof, the pale glow of its power cell, and the two Arakenys soldiers positioned beside it, looking outward, looking south, exactly where they were supposed to be looking.
Now, Elivira hissed.
