![]() ![]() But today, this morning, he wanted that biting cold.Įspecially with what he was about to do. He could shield himself with his Siphons, had done it in the past. His flying leathers and gloves kept him warm enough, but his wings, exposed to the chill wind … The cold was sharp as a knife. ![]() Long ago.Ĭatching an updraft that sent him soaring over the nearest peaks and then into the endless, snow-coated labyrinth of mountains that made up their homeland, Cassian breathed in deep. Ignoring them, projecting the message that they weren’t important enough to even be considered threats were far better ways of pissing them off. ![]() No need to do a warning sweep over Devlon and the sparring rings. He flapped higher, then banked left, aiming for the peaks behind the camp pass. The wind was a roar around him, the temperature cold enough that his eyes watered. And with a mighty flap, he shot into the gray skies. ![]()
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