After some tense coordination and a few near-death trial runs, Lucy and Llarm finally lifted the entire team into the sky and began their flight toward Caelgorr's island.
Llarm flew just to Lucy's left, carrying Gindu and Eri with practiced ease. His golden hair whipped behind him, a streak of sunlight slashing through the storm.
Lucy, slightly lower on the right, bore the weight of Bruma, Fenric, and Carlos. The pup was tucked against Fenric's chest, ears pinned flat from the gale.
The two wind-wielders flew in a careful offset—staggered just enough to avoid disrupting each other's currents. They looked like seasoned fliers. Which, of course, was a lie. One of them had only figured out how to fly this morning.
And yet, up they went.
The fog rose with them, thick and hungry, wrapping around the team like a second sky. Silver coils churned and twisted above the sea, refusing to be left behind.
