He turned his head, looking to the east as she vomited all over herself and on his hands and wrists, and a huge sigh rocked his huge frame up and down. He brought her too him, despite the mess, and held her under his arm like some sort of farm animal or baggage, holding her as if she were a barrel under one arm, and the began to hover in decent towards whatever lie below them. As they continued in decent, the mists of black and grey steam that swirled around them became more transparent, and if she were watching, she would see the vast outline of what seemed to be a a city below them, but it was as if they had gone back to some sort of 15th century of France, all the houses being built in the fashion of that era. Gargoyles dawned ever roof and many gates, and in the very norther part of the city, in front of a great, dark mountain, was an enormous castle. A great dark line of water came from somewhere on the mountain behind the huge mass of a castle, and cut around it, encircling it, and meeting from on either side of the castle in the front, and cut down the city straight through the middle. all the way to the dark horizon that she couldn't possibly make out from where they were at. She could only barely see the grate stone wall of a gate that encircled the enormous castle, and the large round battle and guard towers that popped up every so many yards on the huge wall of a fence. The stones themselves that made up the wall of the gate were larger than her head, and were a deep grey, and on top of the wall between the towering, round guardian battle towers on the gates was a spiked black iron-wrought fence, some of the pikes having heads on them. Some of the heads were so old, that they were rotting, and some had been there so long that they were only skulls. Some looked like human men, while as others were unknown beings to her. Behind the great wall of gate, she could only make out the more towering parts ot the castle and it's roofing, as well as some of the more elevated towers. While the city and gate were more so fashioned after 15th century France, the castle itself was more so fashioned after 18th century German castles, and it was twice as long as it was wide. The stones of the castle were a faded white from what she could see, while the roofing appeared to be black. It was much to far for her to make out any more detail than that.
They finally came down to the ground, he had brought them down to a vacant area, that would seem like a countryside for this place. The grass itself was a dark silver, but was soft to the touch as if it were of the fresh green acres of springtime on Earth. The water of the river was but a few feet away, and it was calm, but extremely dark, literally a pitch black. It gushed on in a semi-calm current, not to strong but not still by any means, He took one look at her under his arm, and glanced over at the river, and without any hesitation, tossed her in to a part that he knew would come up to right above her breasts at most when she would stand in it. He casually walked over, and got down into a squat, his wings folding in behind him, and sliding into his spine, the flesh merging over where the great wings had folded into his body, the dark skin now more of a black color, with only slight flecks of crimson hear and there on it, smooth as if there had been no incision or ripping where the wings once were. He thrust his great hands into the water, which was lukewarm, until his wrists were also covered, and began to rinse them off. When he was done, he sat back in the dark silver grass, one leg drawn up so that he could rest his left arm on his kneecap, while the other arm was behind him, supporting him. He turned towards where he had thrown her, silent as he made note of her mental comment, and let his emerald eyes watch her for the time being.