Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-31049256-20171111145041/@comment-28358106-20171221193546

(S9/Armata group/Sorsha) While Tirush showed only some passing interest in Sorsha's helmet, it had no bearing on her understanding. But now Sorsha was making herself clear.

Tirush looks to the distance, then back to Sorsha. "You cannot fly, yes? This is why you ask me to take you?  It is well, but you mush hold where you can.  I will not be sorry for you if we are somehow interrupted and you fall.  Hold out your arms that I may hold you."

She leaps into the air, and with a few oumps of her wings is above Sorsha. She hovers for only half a beat, then reaches down and grabs her around the upper arms. Sorsha finds herself yanked, rocketing upwards at incredible speed, then swung somewhat helplessly as Tirush takes off.

The ride is over as soon as it begins. Tirush comes to the group that is gathering around Armata, circling high above. She circles for a minute, then flies to an outlying rock that juts from the ground. Swooping down, she drops Sorsha from a few feet up before rising herself and landing atop the rock.

She perches there on all fours, crouched like a Gargoyle, her tail swinging like a pendulum. Her keen eyes watch the group, assessing the situation.

"It seems as though one of our own has done something unworthy..." she says to the nearby Sorsha, her voice subdued.