I glanced at the fox on my shoulder and sent my intent towards it through our bond: "You should stay behind; things would get rough."
But the fox shook its small head, "No, I help."
I cocked my head to the side. "And how are you planning on helping me?"
The fox looked at me, and I swore that it smiled, and from the other end of the hall, the loud voice of my sister sounded, "Up, up, you lazy curs! How long are you going to be sitting on your asses?"
I blinked in astonishment as the hall below me erupted. Knowing I could not waste this chance, I muttered to the fox, "We would talk about the sort of language you are using after this." Then I let myself fall from the hovering blade.
As I fell, I switched over to my legendary title, Storm Bearer, and in that instant, I understood what it meant to become lightning.
