The man's shudders increased in intensity as the Eagle began to stare him down, looking as it it were deciding upon whether or not it should eat him. Eyes shut tightly, prayers were whispered to Priskil under his breath. Sairque's voice, telling him off, introducing him. He spoke softly and quickly. "Hello, Catabasis," a smile played its way across his face. A fake smile, but a smile none the less.
Oh, wonderful, he would have a companion for the ride. Perhaps now, he would not feel so terrified, knowing someone else was doing it with him. Ha, who was he kidding. Certainly not himself. His eyes closed for one second, and when they opened, the last thing he saw of her was her feet, vanishing past the lip of the cave mouth. The color, which had only just begun reappearing, in his face was swept away. He turned to Addy, as if to confirm that she had just done that. Instead of seeing her beautiful, comforting, familiar face, he saw an Eagle flying towards him at high speed, talons outstretched. He opened his mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Instead, a look of sheer, unadulterated terror came across his features. Oof! The talons slammed into his chest, wrapping around his frail form securely. The wind from his chest was knocked out of him.
When he finally managed to draw a breath a few seconds later, Fenilen's voice was heard only for a few moments. The sounds that it did make came out as something along the lines of: "OH GODDESS OF GODDESS NO NO NO NO NO NO!" Someone was obviously not happy with his situation. Not surprising, considering he was now dangling from the grasp of an Eagle. Any other sounds he made for the entirety of the flight were droned out by the whistling of the wind. If Sairque glanced over, she would see that his face was white from fear, his eyes staring sightlessly down at the ground. Most likely, and not surprisingly, he had passed out. His legs dangled limply from the Eagle's talons. Such a sad and pathetic sight.
He returned to consciousness only a few moments before they landed. When Catabasis dropped him so that he could land, a loud oof was heard, followed by a few thumps as thuds as he rolled across the ground. Despite his conscious state, his limbs flailed around wildly, his arms slapping into the ground on multiple separate occasions. The very moment he came to a stop, Fenilen pulled his legs up into his chest, tucking his head into the cavity between his thighs and his chest. The only sound he made was a quiet whimpering, one of fear and defeat.
But his quick inventory was fine. Ten fingers were on his two hands which were on his two hands were were on his two arms. Ten toes were on his two feet which were on his two legs. Hooray! He was alive and well! He even had his head! Slowly, little by little, the Inarta began to unfurl from his ball-like form, eventually turning into, would you look at that, a sitting man. His face was still pale white from fear. His mouth opened, and after several pathetic attempts at talking, he succeeded, forming a broken and scrambled sentence that still clearly transferred his thoughts. After all, his thoughts weren't exactly hard to read, considering that his thoughts were mostly singular.
"No. Never again. Not flying back," after a couple of seconds, he repeated this message, as if he were confirming it to himself and to the two girls. Only after he got this out did he actually pause to survey the scenery.
Quite beautiful, actually. Different species of trees dotted the grassy area behind them, although most, if not all, were coniferous and not deciduous. Swaying grass covered a short distance, no more than fifteen yards, between the sand of the beach and the trees of the forest. No doubt, this was where the soil was simply too loose for a tree to take root. The grasses slowly gave way to the sands of the beach. Surprisingly, the sand was almost white in color. Undeniably beautiful. The curious boy rose to his feet uncertainly, striding slowly and uncertainly to the tree line.
"Nice shade," was all Fenilen uttered. He plopped down next to one of the pine trees, leaning against its thick trunk. Green eyes were covered by pale lids. He was alive. Now, he simply had to relax and enjoy the time he was spending with the two girls. Easier said than done. Relaxing after flying a kilometer or two in the talons of an eagle was a feet worthy of song, in his eyes.