Inky lowers his massive body, folding his wings down until they touch the ground, forming a ramp for me to walk on.
"Awww, thanks, Inky!" I say, grinning brightly.
The wyvern lets out a deep, rumbling purr, vibrating through the air like distant thunder.
Eris steps onto the wing first, moving with ease before turning back to me, her hand outstretched.
"Alright, take my hand," she says smoothly, her voice carrying over the wind.
"Nn!" I nod, placing my hand in hers. Her grip is firm yet gentle, steadying me
And then—
I take my first step.
Uoooooohhhh!!!!
My foot sinks slightly into Inky's wing, but, miraculously, the shadow beneath me solidifies, supporting my weight perfectly. It's like stepping onto a cloud made of stone—soft and shifting at the edges, yet completely firm where I need it to be.
Wait…
How does that even work?!
I have no freaking idea.
It's magic…
