Elliot perched atop of Freidmirth; apparently, he sat with comfort on a saddle, hands gripped tightly on the reins, somehow afraid of falling to such heights.
At the moment, they were currently outskirts of the Kingdom, almost around the borderline of its territory. They soared through the dark skies.
From a distance, amidst the darkness of the night, Elliot peered down, looking at the subtle brilliance that shone in the Royal Palace; it was then he knew that the banquet continued without any problems.
Thick plumes of clouds struck them, obscuring their vision; its moisture caused their fluttering cloak to damp alongside the chilling winds that crashed them.
"You seem so tense?!" Anasthasia shifted to the side as she tried to watch him.
"I'm not!" he shouted amidst the gust, competing for its harsh noise blowing their ears.
"I can feel how tense your chest is right now, Elliot! Can you not lie in this instance?!" She rolled her eyes.
