Once they were far enough away from Haven, a familiar figure suddenly appeared beside Elion and Isla's mount.
She flew through the night sky with effortless ease, keeping pace with the enormous bird as though it were barely moving at all.
Her arrival startled all three of his companions.
Isla stiffened immediately in front of him, while Aeron and Zenovia nearly lost their grip on their reins as they turned sharply toward the unexpected newcomer.
"Relax," Elion told Isla gently, tightening his arm around her waist. "She is with us."
The sight of Zenith's blue skin immediately put Aeron and Zenovia on guard. Both of them had spent far too long fighting demons to ignore the obvious resemblance, but Elion's calm reaction stopped them from reaching for their weapons.
At the very least, they managed to regain control of their mounts.
"Hello, Zenith," Elion called out with a smile. "Should we head down?"
Zenith nodded.
"Yes. How much time do you have left?"
"About an hour."
