"Shouldn't you take another break? We're almost there." Sylvia asked as they soared through the air.
Her voice was soft but the tension beneath it was real.
Azel had been flying for more than twenty-four hours with only a few short rests, yet he still pushed forward without slowing.
His wings of holy light beat strongly against the wind, radiating golden particles that drifted lazily behind them like falling stars.
It was already early evening of the next day.
The sky burned with fading orange, and the thin clouds looked like waves of molten gold stretching far across the horizon.
Despite the beauty, Sylvia watched him with controlled worry. To anyone, she appeared like a devoted lover concerned for her partner's exhaustion, but underneath her poised expression hid her true intention.
'If he pushes himself too far, he will be weakened during the Trials… That cannot happen. A weakened partner is a liability.' Sylvia thought behind her serene face.
