Well...
He was dropped.
Bahamut hit the ground like a poorly wrapped parcel.
Stone cracked. Dust puffed. Dignity evaporated.
He groaned, rolling onto his side, limbs refusing to cooperate as the suppressors hummed smugly against his nerves. His fingers twitched. His legs followed a second later, heavy, distant, as if they belonged to someone else who had made very poor life choices.
A shadow fell over him.
"…Good to see you back," a calm voice said from above.
Bahamut squinted upward, vision still skewed, blindfold humming softly as it tried to re-interpret reality. The silhouette sharpened.
Elder Silvia stood there, hands folded within her sleeves, wings tucked neatly behind her back. She looked down at him with mild approval, like one might regard a tool that had survived being dropped from a height.
Behind her stood Sel.
Ren was perched on Sel's shoulder, ears upright, red eyes gleaming with unhelpful amusement.
