cont. from here / @gloryseized
The knight, for once, says more than he needs to. Under this swath of moonlight they've claimed for themselves, his hands hew a voice out of his stone silence, answering questions Revali hadn't asked — wouldn't have presumed nor deigned to ask.
"I tried to fly from the castle," he reveals, as though he doesn't have a reputation amongst royalty to besmirch.
"I liked the paraglider," he admits, as though he isn't a wall of deadened conversation on any other given day.
Revali can't tell if these are mere pleasantries or real sincerities. He supposes it doesn't matter, all things considered. None of this needed — needs — to be known.
And yet.
He turns away. His wings fold across his chest, gaze settling somewhere on the darkened horizon. He pretends he sees more past these swaying grasses and floating fireflies — more than what his eyes would ever allow him to at this hour — if only to push the sudden prickling beneath his feathers out of mind. If only to keep the one responsible for the way they begin to ruffle out of sight.
"As you should," he scoffs. The peace leaves him as the itch worsens, like the steadying trickle of a brook into a creek. "It was fashioned by masters of their crafts. Even with your inexperience, your test flight would have attested to this."
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