May 02 2021, 01:38 AM
There are three things on him mind.
One - His eyes and legs hurt, and he can feel his pulse in them.
Two - The wind is too cold, but at least he's mostly overcome his fear of heights at this point.
Three - He's currently unable to recall the last time he ate.
That also ignoring what he's been doing these last two weeks- scanning for the chysili and, now, the hopefully moving forms of the two who had fallen under worm and snow. Dracouna and corruption. Caves curse that reckless beast, his irritation at her remains and he can't wait to address her behavior... somehow.
Claws crack onto the icy stone, and he signs, a deep, chest heaving wheeze and he rests for a second, more for his eyes in the harsh white light and cold wind than for his wings. Nemo can't help the small flicker of pride at his ability to remain in the air, despite his mountain of other failures... and he's glaring at his reflection in the smooth ice, hating the white, the stark nothing and nobody looking back at him.
"F... aaah, ah, ow..." He'd opened his beak to curse, but the cold and his dry skin make him pause, and then lift a taloned foot to rub at his face, and smudge his feathers back into place. "Okay, just... breathe. One more minute, then back in the air..." he mutters, giving himself a pep talk as he shakes out his wings and then his whole body, and his bauble clinks and jingles merrily as he does so.
As soon as the snow blindness fades, he'll go back out.
Soon.
@Giggle