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The masked rider soared throughout the sky, looking above from the battlefield occurring below. While he wasn’t too high off the ground, it was enough to scout the area-- the reasoning behind this? None necessarily. A breather was always nice and rarely had any strings attached, so here he is making most of the opportunity of his wyvern being reverted to her own full size.
An abrupt noise, akin to a growl, reverberateda from the confines of the lizard’s throat. A delicate hand brushed against the side of the companion’s neck, attempting to soothe the mind. Though this gesture had no affect, a sharp turn suddenly being maneuvered. As this proposed as unexpected, Gerome had almost lost his balance but a limb clutched on the reign refrained him from doing so.
Making a somewhat bumpy landing, a grunt escaped from the wyvern upon reaching the ground as the male hoped off. The sight of a woman accessorized with brown hair beckoned towards his sight, except her back was turned towards him. Not wanting to startle her, a voice of nonchalant and softness sounded. ❝... Hello?❞