#as an intermediate class it doesnt require a drabble

[deathsdue]

I feel you in the wind

Since coming to the monastery, Gerome had barely ridden Minerva. Oh, he'd taken her out of course, he would not let her languish in her stall due to this shortcomings, she did not deserve that. Since his mother's death, she had practically taken on the role herself, and like himself she had come from their war-torn future. He had meant to release her in a world where wyverns still lived, but he knew now that he could not live without her and that she would never leave him regardless.

Gerome hefted his axe up and secured at his side. It took some time for him to get Minerva out of her pen, speaking lowly to her as he did so. "I know you've been waiting for me to free myself from the darkness that grips me. If mother were here..." he paused cause his words failed him. "I wish I could hear what she would say."

Cherche, his mother from his timeline, had been struck down when he was too young to know her, but he liked to think she was a bit like Minerva. Who keened lowly and pressed her snout beneath his chin as if to comfort him. Gerome smiled and caressed the side of her head, gloved hand running along her scales. "Yes, I think she'd say that, too."

He led her outside and in one swift, practiced move, mounted her saddle. For the first time in a long time, he took in everything as if he was feeling it again for the first time. The feel of her powerful wings taking flight at his side, her movement beneath him, and as rider and wyvern rose, the feel of the wind in his hair. The first time in a long time, he could feel something.