Date: 2017-02-19 09:09 pm (UTC)
lightbranded: (The mountains are singing)
From: [personal profile] lightbranded
Flying was not new to Will. Once, he had learned to fly as an eagle, to rest on the wind and ride the rising air currents. From the Eagle of Gwernabwy himself he had learned the words to control wind and storm, sky and air, cloud and rain and hail.

But this was a very different kind of flying. All he can think to do is hold on as whatever it was that Trunks had become now, bright and burning and otherness and yet a very human kind of Light. All he can do is hold on and trust in what he could feel of Trunks. That no matter how different he felt now, that above all, he felt like a mortal that had chosen and held on to the Light through everything. Like Gwion, in some ways. Like Bran and Arthur might have felt, had they not held a place within the High Magic.

He takes a quick breath of relief as Trunks powers down. He felt no threat in him, but to his senses that other form was terribly distracting.

"I can sense them. I cannot say whether or not they are of alive, but they are of darkness. As for a place to defend... Would that not hold us down to a single place? If we must search, it may slow us down."
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