Osbourne refused to answer this. It was unthinkable. Unheard of. Blasphemous.<br/>All through the night he repeated the Alune's propaganda, and told himself the thirty plus ways it was impossible, it was so...LowerBreed to accuse his own kind-<br/>A voice, deep in his mind spoke, 'Then why do you keep going over this? Surely a night's worth of pondering over some LowBreed's babbling is more than enough to reassure you? You shouldn't even need reassurance.'<br/>And on it went.<br/>He watched the sunrise, and with a violent shove, got to his feet, secured his weapon, and took to the air.<br/>For once, he wished his superior breeding allowed him to<span style="font-style: italic">not</span>think, to take it all in the moment, but he wished in vain.<br/><br/><br/>Celris woke up with Black on his Rhenho, the HighBreed in the air, and with the darnedest headache. She launched herself onto her own steed and settled into a semi-conscious state, just alert enough to keep up with Black -curse that cheery little- and still remain in her realm of dreams.<br/>She was normally good about waking, but every once in a while she'd wake up<span style="font-style: italic"> horrid</span>.<br/>She yawned hugely and nodded along with Black's energy.<span style="font-style: italic">Ng...Lemme wake up soon, I feel like there's an irritable Rhenho trapped in my skull.</span>