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Everywhere was lit with a bright grey tinted light and the wind was ridiculously strong. I could feel my hands wrapped around Benyst and Noiryn’s, but I couldn’t quite make out their faces in the trembling atmosphere. The wing made it much easier to endure, more normal somehow, and I think I would have landed on my feet had I not been attached to my companions.
We land in a heap. Benyst on the top, me on the bottom. It was a Noiryn sandwich with my wing as the bottom slice. Fortunately, the wing is pliable and alive, and it moulded to my body. After much groaning, mainly on Benyst’s part, we finally got off the ground. I stretched the wing a couple times, and no damage had been done. Once I had decided the wing was all right, I could focus on more important things. I was in Th
