Night had draped itself over Westford like a velvet cloak embroidered with three moons and a spray of magical constellations.
From the balcony of her inn room, Aria leaned against the railing, the cool stone a familiar anchor by now.
But her perception was split at the moment. She was there, but her mind was soaring high above the city streets.
'Higher, Qwy. A little higher.'
Through the Soul-Latch bond, the city unfolded beneath her in a breathtaking, silent panorama.
"Qwy~!"
Qwy, her angelic wings beating at a steady rhythm, flew with an instinctual grace she'd never shown until now.
She was no longer just a quirky pet; she was a creature of the air, her single, brilliant eye capturing a world Aria had only ever seen from the ground.
'She can now fly outside the dungeon as well...'
The city was a living circuit board of light when seen through her eyes. Mana-lamps glowed along the main thoroughfares like golden data streams.
