( he gives one, firm nod of reassurance — in not so many words offering her the title of boss all over again. it's easy to curl his arms around her little body, propping her legs up until he can wrangle his arm beneath both of her knees, standing effortlessly with her in tow, cradled to his chest. in the distance, a dust cloud hints at the arrival of bouldersnakes in their direction, rhys' gaze fierce for all of a second before he turns softer on looking at clara, catlike in pushing his nose affectionately against her temple. )
If it's scary, don't look down. ( inexplicably, a set of massive wings that hadn't been there a moment ago unspool from his back, a mass of inky shadows that solidify and take form. rhys gives clara a squeeze. ) I promise not to let you fall. You'll just have to trust me.
( a massive wingspan stretches out, loud whoosh, whoosh sounds thrumming in the air as rhys beats his wings against the ground, propelling them up and up steadily, slowly. this kind of flight takes the most amount of effort — it's generally preferable to start from a height and dive down, though it isn't an option for them in a speedy get away. dots of sweat dapple his forehead, though he doesn't look strained — the odd scent of orange and rainwater filling the space between them as rhys gets high enough —
and then swooping down, catching an air current before they hit the ground again and setting them off and into the sky, his massive wings propelling them forward. all the while, he keeps clara safely, warmly coddled to his chest, ever careful not to squeeze too tight on his delicate little humans. )
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If it's scary, don't look down. ( inexplicably, a set of massive wings that hadn't been there a moment ago unspool from his back, a mass of inky shadows that solidify and take form. rhys gives clara a squeeze. ) I promise not to let you fall. You'll just have to trust me.
( a massive wingspan stretches out, loud whoosh, whoosh sounds thrumming in the air as rhys beats his wings against the ground, propelling them up and up steadily, slowly. this kind of flight takes the most amount of effort — it's generally preferable to start from a height and dive down, though it isn't an option for them in a speedy get away. dots of sweat dapple his forehead, though he doesn't look strained — the odd scent of orange and rainwater filling the space between them as rhys gets high enough —
and then swooping down, catching an air current before they hit the ground again and setting them off and into the sky, his massive wings propelling them forward. all the while, he keeps clara safely, warmly coddled to his chest, ever careful not to squeeze too tight on his delicate little humans. )