The morning air on the border of the Southern Star Province gradually warmed as the tall shadows of Falling Star City's walls began to fall behind. After walking far enough on foot to pass the outermost surveillance zone and ensuring that no spies from the palace factions or ordinary civilians were watching their movements, Sylvia decided that the time had come to release the physical disguises that limited their mobility.
"All right, Sol. We're far enough from the city's crowds," Sylvia said while stopping her steps atop a rocky hill surrounded by dense wild trees. She turned toward the golden-furred cat walking gracefully at her right side. "Return to your true form. It's time we fly through the sky."
