(Azriel POV)
Azriel felt good soaring above the clouds, here in Irismus. Her last flight had been in The Blight with Ashmeer, and even there, in those terrible circumstance, she had only felt a sense of freedom and delight. She inhale the scent around her, Irismus felt fresh, delightful. It was spread out below her in an iridescent landscape of villages, forests, rivers, lakes and open fields. Her enhanced senses allowed her to enjoy this in all it's glory. In her claws, she held Aranus, now wrapped in a dark blanket to protect him from the cold.
She wanted to giggle, when he had almost fainted when he saw her change.
"Azriel......" he had shouted, "Whoa...what is this?"
She had motioned to him with her claws, and he had got the message. He had picked up her breeches and tunic and packed them in a satchel bag and allowed himself to be lifted up with her. He was grumpy about it though. She could sense that as well.
