A/n: A short update revealing a bit of Skooma's history. I shall post a true-length chapter soon.
Finnaly passing above the cloudline, Vvardenfell took another look behind her. Larka seemed to have managed the wings well enough, though Ryan was clearly still struggling. She looked down at Skooma, nestled comfortably in her arms.
"Skooma?" She said quietly.
"Yup friend girl?" Skooma said, turning himself over so he could look up at her.
"You said you had traveled to Khul from Sadrith Mora once. When did you travel on foot? And alone? You seemed rather vulnerable when I met you."
Skooma seemed to think about this for a moment.
"Yes, I travel long day ago." He nodded. "In those day person no mess with Skooma!" He snapped his pinchers. "But thing change when Mr. Bad Bad came."
"Dagoth Ur?" Vvardenfell asked. Was it possible Skooma could be that old?
"Yes, yes, Mr. Bad Bad." He said, almost correcting her. "I see him and Mr. Brave Dark speak. They speak word to Three Holys. They talk bout heart and weapons, I try listen, but Lady Three catch me. She banish me to island where you found and I stay there since. I much weak now, much weak." He turned back over and let out a sigh.
Vvardenfell smiled and looked down at her friend, so small and comfortable. She couldn't imagine him being anything of a fighter, it just didn't sound like the Skooma she knew and loved. But she had caught the malice in Skooma's eye when he leapt onto "Mr. Bad Bad's" back.
She turned her head once more to make sure Ryan and Larka were still on course and then, in one move of expertice, lifted one wing and tilted her body, changing their path to the west, they would hit Khul in nigh on four hours.