When her Master said they were going to leave the island that very night, Yrsula first thought that he had made a joke - or had picked on her.
Once she was on his back, and in the air however - that was when she realized he had been serious.
Dark, cold, and windy, she clung to his neck as he flew horizontal to the sea she could smell and hear below her. She could see nothing, and didn't dare to look up at the stars for fear she'd somehow slip off.
Her body quaked against her will as she shivered from the temperature as well as the deep anxiety she had about being dropped. It didn't help that Azier felt like a solid corpse rather than a warm man to hang on to. If only he could make himself warmer (she had no idea what his abilities were).
