Fell looked over to Aurora and smirked as he barely could hear the sound of her song over the roaring winds. His calloused hands gripped the saddle bar more as the winder buffered about his strong form, as he closed his dull silver eyes. This was amazing, the wind, the song that hardly reached his ears. Fell felt the winds tousle his hair and felt his arms lifting up shakily and nervous about falling, but soon he found himself having both hands fisted as they soared through the air. Opening his eyes he watched the greens and browns of the land below them through the white whisps of clouds.<br/><br/>â€œAurora! I think we are close!â€ shouting to be heard over the roar he leaned in to whisper to Nygo, â€œMy friend, I think we should land for a break, refresh yourselves, and so I may get my bearings?â€ a replying screech was what he heard from the great beast as he watched Nygo look to Bala and nod down to fly lower. Suddenly Fell watched as midnight, and grey wings angled together and they began to reach lower altitudes.