The light that blinded Dlight came into focus a second too late for him to discern the fear on the woman's face, the terrifying sound of her scream heard far too early. She had fallen, indigo eyes locked with his own and body disappearing quickly beneath the ledge of the cliff. The Zith was moving forward mindlessly, strides carrying him towards where she had slipped and with a great leap that would have appeared breathtakingly crazy to others, Dlight's foot effortlessly propelled him into the empty space of the sky. Her death wasn't even top concern, the Zith more panicked at the concept of such a valuable, exotic being falling through the sky. He'd been through it more than once, and the first had been the worst, but Dlight wanted no one else to experience the pain of falling. No one else needed to feel as if there was nothing to catch and save them aside from the hard, unforgiving earth. It was with this racing through his mind that adrenaline filled his newly formed wings, and with one impressively strong push of them against the air, Dlight was gliding downwards, towards the woman. The duration of her falling had been only a few seconds, enough to plunge her towards the dangerously jagged rocks that poked out of the cliff. The clothes she wore billowed strongly in the wind, their intense, vibrant shades contrasting with the bland stone of the cliff and making it easier on Dlight's eyes to discern where she was. Onward, Dlight pushed himself, onward he glided, and in one nerve-wracking swoop, his extended, tensed arms caught her falling, colorful form. Instinctively, the Zith's arching swoop was continued, his wings bringing them and the woman clutched safely against his chest as if a child higher into the sky. The wind was calm aside from the gusts created by his wings, Syna's rays keeping them more warm than chilled. The destination on his mind was one that only made sense: Alvadas was where the creature belonged, so Dlight would return her home. |