The sky was clear again, a vast blue that seemed to stretch endlessly above them, broken only by the rhythmic sound of gigantic wings forcefully displacing the air. Scarlett flew ahead, her draconic form firm and stable, supporting Ouroboros and Tiamat on her back as if the weight were irrelevant, while beside her, slightly above and advancing in smooth parallels, Strax kept pace with an ease that did not go unnoticed.
There was no urgency in that flight.
But there was energy.
Scarlett turned her head slightly, her golden eyes sliding towards him as she maintained her stability with almost instinctive precision, and for a few seconds she simply observed, analyzing the movement of his white wings, the lightness with which he cut through the air, the way his body seemed… different.
"Aren't you going to rest?" she finally asked, her voice carrying a more casual than worried tone, but still attentive.
