23 Tomorrow
It is strange how when the two of us fly high enough we can see the dawn of tomorrow before it should be visible from the ground. And as I lie on the wind, wings in the slow steady beat for a high altitude hover, I watch the dawn rise. It is strange how up here tomorrow becomes today, but when I land it is tomorrow again, because the dawn hasn't touched the visible sky from the ground.
24 Wings
It is amazing how natural it feels to have wings, how flight came as easily as breathing, although some of the trickier things such as quick turns and dodges he had to figure out by trial and error. But the knowledge of how to move them to take off, fly, soar, glide, and land is seemingly instinctive. Some of that may be residual muscle memory from Krad, but there is more than what he remembers Krad doing. However he knows how to do this, whether it is just that the magic is instinctive, or something more, he can fly on his own Sliver-blue wings and what does it matter how he knows what to do; the fact is he does know.