Rahzel picked at the food on her plate. She was feeling down and couldn't figure the reason why. She would hazard a guess that it was due to the fact that she was staying in the shadow realm until the castle on the Surface was complete. The constant darkness had a way of bringing her spirit down. "Are you feeling ill, Rahzel?" Ghirahim asked before his hand laid itself on her forehead.
"I'm fine," she responded not wanting him to know that she was missing the Surface. The noble slid his hand from her forehead and placed it under her chin. Rahzel didn't look into his piercing brown gaze.
"I have something that might cheer you up," he said before he picked her up into his arms. Rahzel calmly wrapped her arms around him to keep from falling. She shut her eyes as Ghirahim teleported the two of them away. "I miss when you used to scream at me," Ghirahim said with a sigh when the pair reached their destination.
"I figured that screaming only made you do it more," Rahzel said with a smile. "You need to come up with something new." Ghirahim gave a humph and put her down.
"I'll think about that. But look this is what I wanted to show you," Ghirahim said pointing up at the sky. Rahzel looked up to see a large shape that look almost like a Loftwing against the dark shadow realm sky. She squinted to scrutinize the creature again. "It's not a Loftwing, but I thought if you want to try to ride it, I could bring it down and subdue it," Ghirahim said holding out his rapier.
Razhel shook her head she didn't want Ghirahim to harm the bird. "I'll get it. I think I have an idea." She looked up as she slowly walked to where the bird was circling.
"Just in case you didn't notice that isn't a Loftwing. It won't be friendly and could attack you," Ghirahim called out.
Rahzel smirked at his thoughtfulness, but she let out a sharp whistle the same one that she would use to call her long-dead loftwing. The large bird in the sky stopped its circling and dove sharply. Rahzel braced herself as the torrent of wind from the bird's wings pushed her. The large bird landed raising some dust. It lowered its large black head. Rahzel placed her hand on its curved beak. "I can't believe that worked," Ghirahim's voice came beside her.
Rahzel nodded and softly spoke," Don't move. I'm going to climb on its back. Of course if someone wanted to come with me to make sure I didn't seize while flying and fall." She pulled herself up onto the black bird's back trying to be as comfortable as she could among the bird's sharp down.
She looked to watch Ghirahim's face contort at the thought of sailing in the sky. "I could always ask Mavis," she stated as if she was thinking out loud.
"I'll accompany you," Ghirahim said with a growl when the woman mentioned Mavis. He pulled himself onto the bird behind her. He firmly wrapped his arms around her waist. Rahzel smiled as she could practically hear his panicked panting. The woman grinned and urged the bird to take off. As the ground grew smaller, Ghirahim tightened his hold on her waist "I hate you," Ghirahim's shaky voice blew the strands of hair that framed her ear. Rahzel just laughed taking pleasure in his obvious discomfort. The woman stirred the bird into a dive and then a barrel roll. Ghirahim grabbed tightly. Rahzel sighed.
"Here, I'll land," Rahzel said noticing that Ghirahim was very distressed. She expertly guided the bird down and allowed Ghirahim to dismount. Rahzel followed afterward.
Ghirahim brushed himself off trying to look in control. "That was a nice flight," he said with a straight face. Rahzel gently ran her hand over the bird's feathers to keep from laughing at his expression.
"Of course it was. Thank you," Rahzel said schooling her features to give the noble a hug. "This was exactly what I needed." She then remounted the large bird and took off into the dark sky.
