The twins were only too glad to leave the year-long winter behind. The winter of an equatorial desert was summer by their standards.
Kaus' flying was fancy and free, but when he realized his sister had Raithen's attention, he stopped showing off and just communed with the Air. For her part, Kala took the dux's instruction in stride—or in wing beat—as she was keen to learn. She had two decades of catching up to do. She also attempted to support what conversation the winds allowed with bits of hand sign they had been taught by their father and continued to use when flying with Aquilios. They might be immune to cold and the buffeting air, but their voices were puny things compared to aught but the calmest of skies.
There was a Fire within her now that she conflated with her growing divinity, a furnace that burned hotter than anything when required, and gave the impression of something ancient and unceasing. It allowed her to keep up with their unflagging energy, and it felt good in a way that made her feel vulnerable, to be able to keep up with the boys as she had always felt she was meant to do.
Her senses were spread wide, as well, and she felt the coolness of water. Once she knew it, Kaus knew it, and once they were overhead, she began a lazy downward spiral toward the oasis. Kaus buzzed Raithen, his laughter a quick rush, there and gone again, after tagging him. Once he had the dux's attention, he began to spiral downward as well, quickly catching up to Kala and dancing about her in his descent like some falling leaf or feather while she was still as an albatross.
Kala landed gently, stretching and mantling her wings in the sun. Kaus had caught himself near the top of a swaying palm, looking for the head-sized nuts that grew on some of them. He liked their water, their milk, their flesh. His sister didn't have the heart to tell him it wasn't the right sort of palm, and he was too intent to notice her noticing. When he landed finally upon the ground, agile as a monkey from Ecith, he immediately began to strip his clothes away.
"I don't know if you ought to swim in there," she warned, glancing toward Raithen for confirmation. "The nomads use it for drinking water. And Sentinels, too, I would imagine. When traveling."
.Kaus' flying was fancy and free, but when he realized his sister had Raithen's attention, he stopped showing off and just communed with the Air. For her part, Kala took the dux's instruction in stride—or in wing beat—as she was keen to learn. She had two decades of catching up to do. She also attempted to support what conversation the winds allowed with bits of hand sign they had been taught by their father and continued to use when flying with Aquilios. They might be immune to cold and the buffeting air, but their voices were puny things compared to aught but the calmest of skies.
There was a Fire within her now that she conflated with her growing divinity, a furnace that burned hotter than anything when required, and gave the impression of something ancient and unceasing. It allowed her to keep up with their unflagging energy, and it felt good in a way that made her feel vulnerable, to be able to keep up with the boys as she had always felt she was meant to do.
Her senses were spread wide, as well, and she felt the coolness of water. Once she knew it, Kaus knew it, and once they were overhead, she began a lazy downward spiral toward the oasis. Kaus buzzed Raithen, his laughter a quick rush, there and gone again, after tagging him. Once he had the dux's attention, he began to spiral downward as well, quickly catching up to Kala and dancing about her in his descent like some falling leaf or feather while she was still as an albatross.
Kala landed gently, stretching and mantling her wings in the sun. Kaus had caught himself near the top of a swaying palm, looking for the head-sized nuts that grew on some of them. He liked their water, their milk, their flesh. His sister didn't have the heart to tell him it wasn't the right sort of palm, and he was too intent to notice her noticing. When he landed finally upon the ground, agile as a monkey from Ecith, he immediately began to strip his clothes away.
"I don't know if you ought to swim in there," she warned, glancing toward Raithen for confirmation. "The nomads use it for drinking water. And Sentinels, too, I would imagine. When traveling."