Yoshitsugu said nothing in reply, though he smiled to himself beneath the facecloth. This was indeed like old times.
There was nothing encouraging about the way he zipped through the air; usually a man of effortless grace and body awareness, his flight pathway right was extremely erratic and uncontrolled. He didn't barrel into anyone, however, and there was at least an obvious direction he was headed in.
Up. Above the gem floor, away from the place where they had stumbled into this odd tree, and to whatever awaited them there.
(Hopefully homes and not immediate danger and peril, though of course the possibility could not be discounted).
Quickly disappearing up into the gap, and out of Takatora's view for a moment, Yoshitsugu attempted to land and only succeeded if one could call 'falling over the moment one hit the ground rather clumsily' a success. Fortunately he made little sound about it and was quick to recover, drawing himself up into a sitting position and dusting himself down.
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There was nothing encouraging about the way he zipped through the air; usually a man of effortless grace and body awareness, his flight pathway right was extremely erratic and uncontrolled. He didn't barrel into anyone, however, and there was at least an obvious direction he was headed in.
Up. Above the gem floor, away from the place where they had stumbled into this odd tree, and to whatever awaited them there.
(Hopefully homes and not immediate danger and peril, though of course the possibility could not be discounted).
Quickly disappearing up into the gap, and out of Takatora's view for a moment, Yoshitsugu attempted to land and only succeeded if one could call 'falling over the moment one hit the ground rather clumsily' a success. Fortunately he made little sound about it and was quick to recover, drawing himself up into a sitting position and dusting himself down.