Elion could have immediately taken both himself and Mira into the Ark without difficulty, but he wanted to try his wings a little longer.
They swooshed and cracked through the air with each flap and burst, sending Elion and Mira exploding across the reddening sky. Surprisingly, they were awfully easy to navigate; he barely needed to think about it.
The movements came naturally, as though he had always known how to use them. It was almost like feeding himself with his hands. Even in the dark, there was no way he would miss his mouth while eating.
His wings worked the same way in that sense. The wind rushed past them, and Mira's hair whipped around her face.
She kept her head in his chest and her gaze on his face, with plenty of questions running through her mind, but all that could wait.
