"Oh." Raoun stopped when the cry reached his ears, then rejuvenated by a sense of duty sped his pace. They were close now, and he could feel it.
We must hurry Raoun.
"I'm running here Naia!" He exclaimed, a tad exasperated, "There isn't much faster we can go!"
There is danger nearby. I feel it. I feel their anger, and their anticipation. We must hurry.
Raoun snorted angrily, "Again, I can't really go any faster than right now!"
Yes you can.
Before he had the opportunity to argue, creamy golden wings, made purely of light sprung from his back and lifted his feet from the ground. He gasped in, but calmed when he realized that he was actually flying, and not crashing. Naialei was flying for him. He learned new things every day.
Hardening his gaze he spoke sternly, "If we can fly, let's fly! Speed it up!"
Naia smiled, or at least the equivalent of, and pumped the wings faster, until they were very close. At this she readied Raoun for the landing and withdrew the wings back into whatever pocket of existance she inhabited. He hit the ground running, and dropped into a crouch. If this thing was being hunted like Naia had said, then it wouldn't be the best to come bursting onto the scene screaming righteous glory.
There, a girl, dark of skin and black of hair, heavily tattooed, was bleeding from the side. A lung injury maybe, or if she was lucky only a rib wound. Raoun circled the girl until he was behind her, silence on his side, and extended his arms towards her. At his urging, Naia sprouted his wings again, and in that moment, he tucked an arm under her legs and another under her armpit. Together, they lifted her from the forest bed, and retreated into a tall tree wherein he put a hand over her mouth and a finger to his lips. He wasn't going to be chased all night by some mage hunters, and the best way to catch prey was an ambush.
