Dragging his hand through his hair, Gavrael could only sigh helplessly and follow after Evie and that irritating dragon. He stayed very close to her as he stood lazily, floating in the air as a dark cloud formed purely from his powers was suspended beneath his feet, carrying him along very similarly to a magic rug.
Looking over at him, Evie could only part her lips in awe. She did not know he could do this too. His magic was truly something far more superior compared to what she had seen from Zanya or hers. As she continued watching him, Gavrael felt the weight of her gaze on him and turned to see her staring starry eyed.
