[ There's a sudden nervousness she can't quite place as he smiles at her in return, like she's hoping that she won't let his enthusiasm down.
Quickly turning to look in the direction the mech-dragon faces, she nods to herself in mental preparation. This isn't how she would control Ophion in reality, so she assumes she'll have to learn on-the-go if she wants this to proceed smoothly. ] Alright... launch!
[ With a tug of the Fetter, Ophion awakens and lifts with a jarring lurch upward. Already the wind whips at them both as the dragon takes flight, leaving a cloud of dust and grass behind upon the mountain. She braces against the accelerating climb and wind, planting her feet more firmly against the dragon's metallic scales and holding onto the leash with one hand. The rush of the ascent is familiar. They're going faster, faster, with whip-like wind and the cool sting of water scraping against them as they pass through a cloud, leaving the earth further and further behind, until, finally--
They break through the cloud and are met with the fake stars above, the silence atmosphere, ...and a weightlessness where scant few seconds may seem like centuries before a collapse. But within those moments, her gaze is above them; she look as if she's reaching for something beyond the limits that the virtual reality provides, or perhaps that she's searching for something among those stars, something besides a constellation of a Messenger.
It passes, whatever had been on her mind, and she glances over at him as her lips curl into a coy smile. Pyra reaches over to him to secure her arm around his shoulders, directing him to crouch and brace against the dragon with her. She meant what she said earlier-- ] Hold on.
[ That's all the warning he'll get as the zenith completes, and the ride truly begins in a downward tumble, all corkscrews and loops and more-- as if they're a weaver's edge sewing through the tapestry of the heavens. ]
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Quickly turning to look in the direction the mech-dragon faces, she nods to herself in mental preparation. This isn't how she would control Ophion in reality, so she assumes she'll have to learn on-the-go if she wants this to proceed smoothly. ] Alright... launch!
[ With a tug of the Fetter, Ophion awakens and lifts with a jarring lurch upward. Already the wind whips at them both as the dragon takes flight, leaving a cloud of dust and grass behind upon the mountain. She braces against the accelerating climb and wind, planting her feet more firmly against the dragon's metallic scales and holding onto the leash with one hand. The rush of the ascent is familiar. They're going faster, faster, with whip-like wind and the cool sting of water scraping against them as they pass through a cloud, leaving the earth further and further behind, until, finally--
They break through the cloud and are met with the fake stars above, the silence atmosphere, ...and a weightlessness where scant few seconds may seem like centuries before a collapse. But within those moments, her gaze is above them; she look as if she's reaching for something beyond the limits that the virtual reality provides, or perhaps that she's searching for something among those stars, something besides a constellation of a Messenger.
It passes, whatever had been on her mind, and she glances over at him as her lips curl into a coy smile. Pyra reaches over to him to secure her arm around his shoulders, directing him to crouch and brace against the dragon with her. She meant what she said earlier-- ] Hold on.
[ That's all the warning he'll get as the zenith completes, and the ride truly begins in a downward tumble, all corkscrews and loops and more-- as if they're a weaver's edge sewing through the tapestry of the heavens. ]