Amael soared through the sky like he'd been born to it which, in many ways, he had.
His feet carried him forward, the wind parting to his will. He was a Demigod, yes, but more than that, he had the Core Bloodline of the Falkrona House flowing through his vein. Flight wasn't something he did, it was something he was.
He moved through the air better than most birds that had been born with wings specifically designed for the purpose in fact.
Though he'd be the first to admit he still wasn't quite as good as a dragon. Not yet. Maybe not ever.
That thought brought a smile to his lips just as several of those very creatures came into view around him, massive, powerful shapes gliding through the high altitude winds with quite grace. Dragons. Several of them, moving in loose formation through their mountain domain.
The moment they noticed his presence, they turned their attention toward him warily.
Then they saw the silver hair whipping in the wind. The distinctive silver eyes.
