[Embarrassment was an emotion for safer times; Skan abandons his own dignity without a second thought, scooping Viktor up in his talons and cradling him close, like a nestling. It's an awkward, ungraceful thing to turn on only two feet and waddle out the door, made no better by the cane dangling from Viktor's hand, or the annoying way the tilting ground makes the door want to swing shut.
Outside, the city is in an uproar, the streets full of panicked faces and screams of horror and fear— it's not much of a tilt, really, but it's pronounced and obvious, as is the steady wind as air is displaced from under the sky island. Soon, or so it all seems to say, the tilt will grow worse, until buildings crumble and people go sliding down and off, into thin air. Soon the island will not merely sink, but will fall... But Skan spreads his wings and leaps, immediately caught by that prevailing updraft and whirled up and away from the chaos.]
This is bad... Viktor, are you aright? I'd heard something might be wrong with Aella, but this...
[It bespoke far worse than an antisocial attitude, or a deific lie-in. Something like this was death itself, to a Great Mage.]
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Outside, the city is in an uproar, the streets full of panicked faces and screams of horror and fear— it's not much of a tilt, really, but it's pronounced and obvious, as is the steady wind as air is displaced from under the sky island. Soon, or so it all seems to say, the tilt will grow worse, until buildings crumble and people go sliding down and off, into thin air. Soon the island will not merely sink, but will fall... But Skan spreads his wings and leaps, immediately caught by that prevailing updraft and whirled up and away from the chaos.]
This is bad... Viktor, are you aright? I'd heard something might be wrong with Aella, but this...
[It bespoke far worse than an antisocial attitude, or a deific lie-in. Something like this was death itself, to a Great Mage.]