[ Ezar doesn't hear Summer's distress; he can't with the wind howling in his ears. It's the same instinct that had him glance back to see her before, combat reflexes or perhaps some latent empathy that he hasn't managed to entirely quash. Something makes him glance back again, and he sees the distress, the controlled fall becoming something far more dangerous.
The situation requires no further thought. Hidden under his shirt, the line of amethyst down his spine flares into life as he executes an impossible brake and turn in the air, momentarily killing his acceleration so he can catch her in his arms.
Flying by himself, he's done several times now, and it's not so different from a dive on principle. Flying with another person is something he's less certain of. So he holds her to his chest, head tucked under his chin, and curls protectively around her as they resume their fall.
He whispers to himself as he closes his eyes, feeling the air currents, the acceleration and all the other factors changed entirely from his starting jump. But he is a dragoon, and the air is his battlefield. ]
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The situation requires no further thought. Hidden under his shirt, the line of amethyst down his spine flares into life as he executes an impossible brake and turn in the air, momentarily killing his acceleration so he can catch her in his arms.
Flying by himself, he's done several times now, and it's not so different from a dive on principle. Flying with another person is something he's less certain of. So he holds her to his chest, head tucked under his chin, and curls protectively around her as they resume their fall.
He whispers to himself as he closes his eyes, feeling the air currents, the acceleration and all the other factors changed entirely from his starting jump. But he is a dragoon, and the air is his battlefield. ]
Hold on.