76: Threads intertwined
<span style="font-weight:400">The next morning, we went on another adventure to make some money. Now that we both had wings, though, we decided to stick to our own realm and fly around. It also helped to teach Dawn how to fly,nd, and get a bunch of practice in.
<span style="font-weight:400">We took a break at midday on the top of a stray spire of rock, finding that other fliers had already set up a cute little campsite on the top. It was about eight meters in diameter and held two trees, each of which clung tenaciously to the sixty foot pir of rock. Grass and low shrubs grew around the edges of the little camp site, while the center was mostly dust and a fire pit. At some point, someone had hung a clothesline between the two trees, but it had frayed to the point of uselessness.
<span style="font-weight:400">“This is nice,” Dawn remarked as she touched down, having since thankfully gotten the hang ofnding.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah,” I said, then caught my pony tail as it whipped me in the face. “A bit windy though.”
<span style="font-weight:400">As if to emphasise the point, the wind picked up and stole my words away. Dawn didn’t say anything, since she hadn’t seen me speak, and sat down. Closing the distance, I sat down in the dirt next to her and ced an arm around her waist.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Babe, we should figure out some sort of hand signalnguage,” I said, looking into her beautiful glowing orange eyes. “Not any known signnguage though, but one between just me and you, like Taylor and I have. That way we could talk while we’re in the air.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Not a bad n,” she said, leaning in to kiss my chapped lips. The wind was kind of brutal on the skin. Maybe we should get ourselves some masks. Another thing to think about.
<span style="font-weight:400">Shifting to face her, I looked down at her hands, then back up again. “So how about we start now then? We should make the important gestures ones that can be done while flying and expanded to be a broad enough movement to see over some distance…”
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<span style="font-weight:400">We spent our lunch making up some very rudimentary gestures to help us with our current task, and promised we’d each think on some things. We also realised we could use our wings to signal each other too, so we added that to the mix too.
<span style="font-weight:400">That afternoon, we continued our flight across the ins that were crammed between the shore and the high mountains. It was an interestingnd, with lush green forests surrounding the rivers, while the grasnds between swayed with golden grass. A road cut through the swath of grasnd, before driving through the forests and bridging the river.
<span style="font-weight:400">It was a gorgeous view, and I watched as arge caravan wove its way along the road. It was one of those big ones, the ones that used enchanted horseshoes for the horses because the carts they pulled were too heavy. I could see that even with the help of the expensive magical assistance, the poor animals moved slowly.
<span style="font-weight:400">Too slowly.
<span style="font-weight:400">I squinted and signaled to Dawn with a lopsided p of my wings and a broad gesture. Neutrals in danger. She dipped a wing in acknowledgement and veered off to get a better look, me trailing after her.
<span style="font-weight:400">Something was moving in the tall grass, parts of it weren’t swaying with the wind, and instead, they moved with a far more sinister pattern. As we moved overhead, the reason for it became clear. Bandits were closing in on the wagons from all sides, and in a minute or two, their trap would be sprung. The caravan wouldn’t stand a chance, not outnumbered three to one like it appeared.
<span style="font-weight:400">Dawn and I veered in towards each other and shared a look, one with amon sentiment. It was time to dive.
<span style="font-weight:400">A second before we made our decision, the bandits attacked, and they weren’t just bandits. It was clear even from this height that they were yers. No NPC bandits had that many mages in their ranks.
<span style="font-weight:400">The air changed and sparks began to flicker along my body as I gathered my power. To my right, heat radiated, the effects of Dawn doing the same.
<span style="font-weight:400">I dove, wings pulling in tight to my body and my gauntlet trailing behind me. My rockets fired, putting on even more speed and bumping me past my terminal velocity. Armoured tes along my fists locked in ce to protect my wrist from theing impact.
<span style="font-weight:400">I streaked towards the ground, trailing ruptured air and the smell of ozone. I had a long way to fall, but I covered it in a few seconds.
<span style="font-weight:400">The sound was immense. Earth, rock, road, and ins, they all shattered under thebined impact of force and thunder. Lightningshed out from the impact, shredding the wild grass and throwing it up to hang in the air, held by static electricity. In my peripheral vision, a rogue with a shock of fluffy golden hair stared at me withically wide eyes, his stream chat hanging forgotten in midair.
<span style="font-weight:400">A tank leapt at me, all nking ck armour and stubble, and I recognised the red glow on his sword as a pvp taunt. It promised a swift trip to May’s cuddlyflix room if I didn’t focus my efforts on him for the next five or so seconds. So that’s what I did.
<span style="font-weight:400">The kic energy from my impact had been absorbed by the crash shield spell, and converted into lightning for me to throw around. Lifting a gauntlet, I caught his sword and yanked on it, pulling him off bnce and right into my energy-charged left hook.
<span style="font-weight:400">He stumbled backwards and brought his tower shield to bear between us, sword still glowing with that ominous red colour. Dawn fixed my problem by making his armour glow a simr shade with a searing torrent of me. The tank screamed and spun, switching his attention and breaking the taunt, leaving me free to block a st of arcane energy from a cute mage chick.
<span style="font-weight:400">Wait. Cute? Her violet eyes were all full of fear, but she hit me with the attack anyway, brave girl. Rather than punch her into submission and reinforce that fear, I raised a hand above me and pulled lightning down out of the sky. It crashed into her, annihting her shields and smashing her to her knees. Damn… she was tougher than she looked. With an apologetic smile, I locked my fist and surged forward, sending her to May and her body ragdolling into the grass.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Elena!” the tank roared, turning from the battering Dawn was giving his shield to rush me. “You bitch!”
<span style="font-weight:400">“That’s me!” Iughed, letting him into range and promptly dropping to one knee.
<span style="font-weight:400">The maneuver confused him, and I surged upwards, right fist surging into his chin. I closed my fingers around his throat and mentally queued my m ability, riding him into the air. The nearest healer was my target.
<span style="font-weight:400">Explosive lightning burst out of the impact, disintegrating the squishy and badly damaging the tank. I hadn’t been expecting to one-shot the healer, so my fist ghosted through empty air. What level were these people? I was level thirty one now, and they were… oh, level twenty five on the tank. The healer had been twenty two, and that Elena girl was twenty six. Poor bastards were overleveled by the yer equivalent of elite mobs. Still, they were engaging in banditry so I guess we needed to stop them.
<span style="font-weight:400">The guards on the caravan jumped down to help in the fight, and the bandits could see they weren’t going to win this one. “Use the stones!” The tank was calling, demonstrating by pulling out a little glowing rock from his inventory.
<span style="font-weight:400">I lunged to stop him, but I was toote. He vanished into thin air, as did all of hisrades that still lived. Nothing but the bodies of their fallen and the dust of the consumed stones remained.
<span style="font-weight:400">With a sigh, I bent down to have a look at the bodies. Most of them were faceless now, evidently the yers didn’t like the idea of a realistic corpse sitting there on the ground with their features. The healer was nothing but dust and charred bones, although a ring had dropped. The mage girl with the pretty eyes had left behind her focus, and I winced as I picked it up. It looked expensive. It went into my inventory.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ma’ams,” a male voice called. Turning to greet him, both Dawn and I gave him a suspicious look. Something about him seemed… off.
<span style="font-weight:400">Weird, long, and limp, his mustache wiggled as he spoke. “I am the captain of thispany. Thank you for the assistance in dealing with the bandits.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“No problem, my dude,” I said, smiling despite the weird vibes I was getting. “You working for yourselves or…”
<span style="font-weight:400">“This caravan is owned and operated by the great Baron Durham,” the man said, puffing his chest out.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Right…” I grimaced. Of course it was him. “Well, tell him that Lady Tami and Lady Aurora helped defend his property.”
<span style="font-weight:400">“Ah, yes,” he nodded, ncing between us as I told him we were nobility.
<span style="font-weight:400">Before he could continue, I leapt into the air and popped a dash cooldown. There wasn’t any sort of mood I could be in that would let me willingly talk to that guy’s cronies.
<span style="font-weight:400">Dawn joined me in the air, and after a brief little wing-waggle conversation, we agreed to fly back to town. Our inventories were full of loot to sell, so we’d done our job today.
<span style="font-weight:400">The flight back to town was quick, and we flew down to the temple to get some free healing rather than wasting a potion. What we weren’t expecting to find when wended, were the bandits we’d just fought.
<span style="font-weight:400">They were gathered around the entrance, arguing and generally looking a little depressed. Beside me, Dawn threw me a look that said, <i><span style="font-weight:400">Let’s just go.</i>
<span style="font-weight:400">Shaking my head, I approached them, and specifically the Elena chick. She saw meing and her eyes went wide again with fear. Making a split second decision, I entered her personal space with a silent re.
<span style="font-weight:400">“Yo, you already fucked up our quest, now you’re going to—“ the tank began, but I clicked my fingers at him and made a zipping motion, all while maintaining eye contact on the mage. She was tipping off my gaydar, so I wanted to have a little fun.
<span style="font-weight:400">I was right in her face now, within a few inches of outright kissing her, and then I grinned. “You dropped something back there.”
<span style="font-weight:400">The little glowing orb dropped into my hand with a p, and I stepped back to pass it to her. “So, Elena and friends. Care to tell us what that was all about? You’re clearly all a little low level to be raiding a noble’s merchandise.”