“Yes, that will work,” I remarked, dropping down to earth again and concentrating deeply on retracting my revived wings. Once in, I continued, “I’ll just have a few more fireballs before we leave, just in case.”
He nodded shortly. For me, Dragon wings were fueled by fire, the more fire I ate, the longer they lasted (but also, irritatingly enough, the larger and more cumbersome they became). Fae Flight was only possible if I had light energy in me, which only lasted so long after sunset… I couldn’t fly a whole night the Fae way, so I’d use my Dragon wings when we hit mid-night. (Like, literally the middle of the night, not 12:00). I hadn’t used them much, but I had a good handel on them, I was confident I could get used to the physical exertion of Dragon Flight. It wasn’t so bad, but I did prefer Fae Flight. It was more relaxing, like floating. Phoenix was sleeping silently, unworried about the difficult journey we would be facing tomorrow night. Despite myself, I found I was glad to have their company.