The sequel to Bird of a Wing. Kidnapped and now in Navat, Ryraso has to cope with his impending doom and protect his foster son from the people who claim to love him. Who do love him, and Ryraso loves them back but duty comes before self. Even if th...
"What's going on?" Dyn'ad called to Yerir'o as he flew closer to the palace. He had felt an active pull on the link, summoning the guards back but as he got closer to the palace Dyn'ad could clearly see guards rushing in two separate directions. Yerir'o was at the centre of a swarm of guards, directing them which way to go.
"Two sets of flyers are going different ways. Both have a flightless human with them, but the descriptions are similar, we can't work out which one is Eyeri," Yerir'o explained as Dyn'ad drew closer, "So we going after both sets." He said grimly. They could not afford to let anyone escape but they losing Eyeri was not an option.
"Understood," Dyn'ad nodded sharply, "You lead one, I'll take the other," he said firmly, his talons itching. When he got hold of Eyeri, he was going to make it so the boy couldn't sit for a week. This was not acceptable behaviour.
"North or West?" Yerir'o asked, seeing the look in Dyn'ad's eyes and not about to question his orders now. Dyn'ad looked about ready to rip anyone who got in the way of him finding his son.
"North," Dyn'ad decided, something in his chest telling him that was the way to go. An instinct he could not explain but the pull was there and Dyn'ad was a strong believer in following instinct. The Goddess moved in strange ways and could not interact directly in their realm but she could give them the sense to know what to do in a difficult situation.
Yerir'o watched the Royal soar into the air solemnly before lifting off himself. Powerful wings pushed him up into the air and then. Something hit him. Something heavy which sent him plummeting to the ground. Landing which a loud crash, he was glad everyone was busy and hadn't seen that embarrassing fall. He groaned and looked up to see what had hit him. He quickly discovered to his horror he was in a net laced with a paralyzer. Not a strong one, but strong enough to freeze his muscles to stop him pulling the net off.
"Damn. Oh well, one problem grounded, at the very least," a voice commented with a smirk in his voice.
"Fet..." Yerir'o wasn't even able to get the last sound out of his mouth. The poison settling into his system. He glared up at the man angrily as he hovered in the air. Yerir'o desperately wanted to yell curses at the human and demand where he had got boots that would let him fly. They were definitely Namya alchemy but not anything Yerir'o had ever seen before and was hoping he would never see them again. If he got his claws into them, he was going to rip them apart.
"Don't worry, there is just enough to keep you down until we get Eyeri out of the valley," Fetmar reassured, hovered down and falling forward so while his legs were in the air his face was inches from Yerir'o. "I have to go now, but don't worry I'll see you soon enough," Fetmar fluttered his eyes and kissed Yerir'o's nose teasingly. Yerir'o stared daggers at him and Fetmar shot the frozen General a cocky grin before kicking his heels and flipping back up into the air. "Like my new boots by the way?" he chuckled before blasting off into the distance.
Yerir'o could only watch mournfully, as he flew off. Well shit.
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