[Viktor clings to Skan, wrapping arms around his neck, and as they take off into the air, he's grateful to have a friend who can fly at a time like this. They at least don't have the immediate safety concern of falling off the island. But still, their house... And everyone else...]
I'm alright. What's wrong with Aella?
[As always, he's had his nose in his work, keeping himself occupied with renovations and not much else. So he's heard nothing about this.]
And how can we help?
[He doesn't want to just fly away when Heaven's Bow is in peril.]
She didn't make a showing at the big festival, according to gossip.
[Hardly out of character for Aella, who seemed to enjoy being as feckless as the wind and about as dependable— or so they said. But Skan knew full well how dependable thin air could be, and this was no mere absentia.]
When great mages die, their spells die with them! I'm worried something has happened. And if it has...
[As they gain distance, it becomes more and more obvious; how low the city is floating, and at what angle. How deep the shadow underneath it might soon be seen to grow.]
[Viktor also doesn't think her mere absense at a festival says much, with how secretive the leaders can be, but the last time a god shut herself away, she burst from her castle weeks later calling for aid against Triton.
And Viktor remembers the story Skan told him about his father, how his death sent the magic of the world into complete chaos.]
Oh dear. I hope she is okay...
[He watches with horror as they get far away enough to see the tilt of the island.]
[So do I... Skan thinks, with deep reserve. But the island was listing and the goddess was nowhere to be seen. Surely calling on her to fix this would have been the first thought of anyone with sense— and yet, clearly, it wasn't happening!]
To tell you the truth... [And it is terrible to admit it.] ...I just don't know.
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I'm alright. What's wrong with Aella?
[As always, he's had his nose in his work, keeping himself occupied with renovations and not much else. So he's heard nothing about this.]
And how can we help?
[He doesn't want to just fly away when Heaven's Bow is in peril.]
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[Hardly out of character for Aella, who seemed to enjoy being as feckless as the wind and about as dependable— or so they said. But Skan knew full well how dependable thin air could be, and this was no mere absentia.]
When great mages die, their spells die with them! I'm worried something has happened. And if it has...
[As they gain distance, it becomes more and more obvious; how low the city is floating, and at what angle. How deep the shadow underneath it might soon be seen to grow.]
...This could get very, very bad.
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And Viktor remembers the story Skan told him about his father, how his death sent the magic of the world into complete chaos.]
Oh dear. I hope she is okay...
[He watches with horror as they get far away enough to see the tilt of the island.]
What do we do?!
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To tell you the truth... [And it is terrible to admit it.] ...I just don't know.