There's no weight. No air to beat your wings. After a couple of minutes, Qri pulls you back... I wonder what could be done to make up for that, though. I bet there's something.
[not right now, though. he pauses in shock when he feels trickling wetness under one claw and snuffles at the stone, tearing his gaze away from the vista of stars.]
--I taste salt. I think we're under where the sea is.
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Date: 2017-10-23 02:18 am (UTC)[not right now, though. he pauses in shock when he feels trickling wetness under one claw and snuffles at the stone, tearing his gaze away from the vista of stars.]
--I taste salt. I think we're under where the sea is.