[color=aba000][b][h3]Elthrael Vol'Kerno[/h3][/b][/color]

[i][color=fff79a]Time: Morning
Location: The sky->The haven (The hut)[/color][/i]

The kiss on his cheek given by Elsea caused his attention to turn to her, looking her over. [color=aba000][i]Such boldness...[/i][/color]

[b][color=aba000]"Hell? What's that? Fear itself is not necessarily a bad thing, it keeps you from doing foolish things. But I see."[/color][/b] He gave a soft smile, his golden eyes looking over Elsea in a curious manner, then setting his sight ahead again.

[b][color=aba000]"Possibility that you may die? I will not let you die. Good to hear you be willing to bring this world to the future it deserves..."[/color][/b] The fairy gave a confident smirk, then noticed a flying construct ahead. An Amora. About the same time that Elsea pointed it out and asked what it were.

[b][color=aba000]"That is an Amora. A flying transport for those unwilling or unable to soar the skies. It be giving you ill feelings? Then we've certainly ought to go by your intuition, for such things are most often correct. And down there? Hmm..mm.. let us do so then."[/color][/b] He gave a glance over towards the Amora, he too had felt something about it. A stench in the air. A stench of evil.

He decided to take Elsea up on her suggestion, so he began descending slowly. He didn't want to make any fancy air dashes or manuevers which could draw the Amora passengers attention, or had they've already seen them. Their interest. Elthrael held unto Elsea steadily as he began to descend, his wings acting almost like a parachute as he allowed himself to float midair on the way down towards the hut, his wings would begin to flap the closer it got to the ground, he stretched the dark wings widely, making his presence known to those by the hut.

Thus he descended, looking indeed like a demon with golden eyes, horns, sharp cornerteeth and mothlike wings. He landed softly, and immediately let go of Elsea, momentarily letting his left hand index finger caress her lips, then point up towards the sky, reminding her that there could be possible trouble so they had to not make a scene. So fire displays were obviously not wanted. Elthrael's golden eyes began to search the surrounding area, he stood still however, his blade sheathed. His arms now crossed over his chest.