WIP Wednesday Sentences
From my December 3rd post here; Heart's Call for @phantom-z0ne and @stonemaskedtaliesin, thanks!
Diaval’s Mistress liked him at at her side, here on the wing - everywhere, he thought, dizzily pleased and fond, adoring - and so long as she permitted it, he would fight to be so. Maleficent flicked two fingers and Diaval cut swiftly closer; he couldn’t hover so easily or so long as she, soaring and drifting, powerful wings beating almost lazily from time to time to maintain her position, but he knew she would never let him fall, and the sweep of the currents rushing off her wings kept him buoyed. And if perhaps there was a glimmer of green-gold magic wound through the air - a sparkle recognised for Diaval was more accustomed to it, this one magic, than any other living being - it was only the promise of what Diaval already knew. He let himself drift upon it with relief, for he wouldn’t dream of peeling away from Maleficent while she yet flew, not unless she sent him away. ‟Come along, my pet.” Maleficent’s voice settled on the air as easily as another breeze. ‟Let us back to our roost, mm?”












