With that, she took to the air, doubtless exhilarated at the feeling of icy wind hitting her feathers. It would be a long flight to Monceros -- one she hadn't made in many cycles. Still, Wyvern was sure that she would remember the way. And if not, she certainly had little Carja -- she had a niece! -- to guide her.

The shock would wear off later. For now, she was just... enjoying the ride.


/exit wyvern

@carja (visibility)