Brynjar needed not to be told twice, though it was less because Erik had called to him, and more because the Highlander had scooped his cat up and tossed him on to the back of the bird... and well, you know, that was his cat. And so the drake turned after giving one final, rolling breath of fire out on to the remaining guards, and bound after Erik, Mikh'a, and their mount in to the steadily growing weather beyond the Observatory.
He was never coming to Coerthas again, bad things happened every time. Every. Freaking. Time.
Mikh'a turned his head though, looking over his shoulder as they sped past Nako'li through the snow. The Elezen body was moving in as they were heading out again and he squinted in the growing storm as the building and its fire faded in to the distance behind them. He could have swore-- but no. It had to have been a trick of the storm. He'd smelled like a Miqo'te as they passed but surely... surely not, he was an Elezen. "Erik!" he called over the howl of the storm as they dove deeper in to its icy grasp. "Were you able to get your transmission out?!" It wasn't what he wanted to ask though.
It wasn't even close to what he wanted to ask. There was a gnawing guilt that briefly held him back, and his ears pinned back as he tried to listen. Were there other footsteps following them, crunching in the snow? He was afraid to look back and see an army of Elezen chasing them. Brynjar was on their heels, this much he knew, but what about anyone else? "We have to go back to Thanalan!" he finally begged. "To intercept them before they find out where everyone else went!" As far as he was aware Siha, Cliodhna, and Sieghart had gone to the Shroud, and Osric, Jin, and A'laric had gone to Limsa while anyone else had been told to scatter in Thanalan. He was not aware that not only was the bulk of their broken little family unit in Limsa, but that the Black Chains were technically calling to turn in that direction. His gloved fingers curled in the fabric of Erik's robe and he finally swung his gaze around over his shoulder to search the swirling snow behind them for any sign of a pursuer. He just wanted to get on the Falcon and get back to Thanalan as fast as possible before anyone else was caught, and until then he'd childishly cling to the hope that nothing terrible had happened to Kahn'a.
If only Erik hadn't been so grim about it when he'd said something. If only Mikh'a wasn't aware that this was not the first time this had happened to Erik. If only...
He was never coming to Coerthas again, bad things happened every time. Every. Freaking. Time.
Mikh'a turned his head though, looking over his shoulder as they sped past Nako'li through the snow. The Elezen body was moving in as they were heading out again and he squinted in the growing storm as the building and its fire faded in to the distance behind them. He could have swore-- but no. It had to have been a trick of the storm. He'd smelled like a Miqo'te as they passed but surely... surely not, he was an Elezen. "Erik!" he called over the howl of the storm as they dove deeper in to its icy grasp. "Were you able to get your transmission out?!" It wasn't what he wanted to ask though.
It wasn't even close to what he wanted to ask. There was a gnawing guilt that briefly held him back, and his ears pinned back as he tried to listen. Were there other footsteps following them, crunching in the snow? He was afraid to look back and see an army of Elezen chasing them. Brynjar was on their heels, this much he knew, but what about anyone else? "We have to go back to Thanalan!" he finally begged. "To intercept them before they find out where everyone else went!" As far as he was aware Siha, Cliodhna, and Sieghart had gone to the Shroud, and Osric, Jin, and A'laric had gone to Limsa while anyone else had been told to scatter in Thanalan. He was not aware that not only was the bulk of their broken little family unit in Limsa, but that the Black Chains were technically calling to turn in that direction. His gloved fingers curled in the fabric of Erik's robe and he finally swung his gaze around over his shoulder to search the swirling snow behind them for any sign of a pursuer. He just wanted to get on the Falcon and get back to Thanalan as fast as possible before anyone else was caught, and until then he'd childishly cling to the hope that nothing terrible had happened to Kahn'a.
If only Erik hadn't been so grim about it when he'd said something. If only Mikh'a wasn't aware that this was not the first time this had happened to Erik. If only...
