( He turns his head enough to look over his shoulder, not so much seeing Jacob as allowing himself to hear in that moment before he senses Lethe's intention to leap skyward again, even as an arrow flies their way, falling comedically, thankfully short. )
Wei Wuxian, and you're right, maybe not that tight! My husband's vinegar jar will spill over.
( Delivered with a short exhalation of a laugh and a grin, before the scant warning of: )
Up!
( Lethe crouching down to gather, and then leaping upward, lithe and surprisingly catlike in that motion, clawed feet raking at the air as wings beat hard and frantic, sending smoke and ash and dust billowing outward, into the backs of those fleeing, into the great dark stretches of viscous liquid seeping upward from the broken floor of the arena proper. Another arrow flies their way, but the contrary winds of Lethe's wings send it askew, just enough to disrupt its intention. No third arrow follows. Not yet.
Wei Wuxian had ducked close to Lethe's neck as the dragon leapt skyward, any arms around his (too thin, still) waist likewise pinned below him, against dragon scales and skin. All the better, the process now isn't smooth, it's a violent fight for height, but the moment Lethe's wings find an updraft they soar swiftly, until they're too high over the chaos. Hard to see with the smoke, with the dust, but Wei Wuxian's already scanning below, trusting the impression of emotions from Lethe, communicating back his own. )
You still with me?
( Called out, loud enough against the sound of the wind and the slightly dampened screaming below. Sitting up, he tugs at his flute, likewise in his waistband, pulling it free from under Jacob's grip if the man still has firm hold. )
We're going to have to descend closer, but Lethe chooses the flying, and will work to stay out of the smoke plumes. Help me spot the dead. We can't let the new ones stay confused.
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Wei Wuxian, and you're right, maybe not that tight! My husband's vinegar jar will spill over.
( Delivered with a short exhalation of a laugh and a grin, before the scant warning of: )
Up!
( Lethe crouching down to gather, and then leaping upward, lithe and surprisingly catlike in that motion, clawed feet raking at the air as wings beat hard and frantic, sending smoke and ash and dust billowing outward, into the backs of those fleeing, into the great dark stretches of viscous liquid seeping upward from the broken floor of the arena proper. Another arrow flies their way, but the contrary winds of Lethe's wings send it askew, just enough to disrupt its intention. No third arrow follows. Not yet.
Wei Wuxian had ducked close to Lethe's neck as the dragon leapt skyward, any arms around his (too thin, still) waist likewise pinned below him, against dragon scales and skin. All the better, the process now isn't smooth, it's a violent fight for height, but the moment Lethe's wings find an updraft they soar swiftly, until they're too high over the chaos. Hard to see with the smoke, with the dust, but Wei Wuxian's already scanning below, trusting the impression of emotions from Lethe, communicating back his own. )
You still with me?
( Called out, loud enough against the sound of the wind and the slightly dampened screaming below. Sitting up, he tugs at his flute, likewise in his waistband, pulling it free from under Jacob's grip if the man still has firm hold. )
We're going to have to descend closer, but Lethe chooses the flying, and will work to stay out of the smoke plumes. Help me spot the dead. We can't let the new ones stay confused.