The descent from the branch was another experience entirely. Ras carried me in his arms all the way down. He had jumped directly, and I had screamed. But against my better judgement, the landing was smooth and the fall soft. It was only ever like diving slowly underneath deep waters, except that we were in the air.
Again, I did not ask how he had done it. It didn't feel right for me to do so. I also tried to forget the fact that he was a Shadow Mage. And that he had seen me use light magic back at the Ravens' headquarters. I was not stupid enough to assume that he would not think anything of it, and that it was probably why he seemed so fixed on me as I danced.
It was such a careless move from me. But then again, how was I supposed to know that the captain of the mercenaries who saved me was supposed to be my fated enemy? Were we even enemies? By the nature of our magics, we were. But as human beings, I had yet to find out.
