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What: Bringing Svala back from the ruins. With pretty wings!
When: A day after this
Where: The Ruins
Summary: Kratos just can't stay away from Svala. :|
Rating: PG?

Scorching desert air whipped across his face as Kratos flew towards the ruins. He'd never flown such a long distance ever since he came to this world; he had forgotten what a rush it was to fly with only the mana on his back to support him. It was one of the only things he liked about being an angel.

He had brought all of the necessities with him - food, water, even a blanket for the night, enough for two - in a small backpack that he carried on his arm. He needed his back to be free so that he could feel the subtle changes in the wind. His angel wings were sensitive enough to feel such things. The Filial wings were sensitive as well, but they were not meant for flying. Kratos regarded them as useless.

A day after he talked to Svala, he finally saw the ruins in the distance, though he couldn't see her figure just yet. Kratos began to descend through the air, calculating how slow he would have to fly in order to land smoothly on the sand. He only hoped that Svala would be finished soon. Kratos rather preferred to wait outside and not get hopelessly lost in the ruins while trying to find her.

Once he landed, he allowed his wings to stay out for a moment longer as he knelt to recover. The flight to the ruins took more out of him than he thought it would, yet he'd only need a few moments of rest. The way back would be a little harder and he knew it.

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Kratos slowly let out his breath and struggled to get a hold of his emotions. It was something he'd never felt before, and that honestly intimidated him just a bit.

But Svala was more important right now, and so he turned and took a step after her to place a hand on her shoulder. "It's all right," he assured, "I'm all right. You're not the first to touch them. Though you are the first to elicit such... feelings from them."

"They are...of your life." Svala wasn't foolish enough to try and touch them again but she gestures, keeping her head down. "I am sorry. Had I known, I would not have tried to touch them. It was foolish of me."

"They are a part of my life, yes." Kratos nodded as his angel wings slowly moved and his Filial wings fluttered - both of them interfered with each other, causing a sort of uncomfortable feeling that was a bit annoying. Kratos could live with it though, and he went on to explain, "They are made of mana, the life force within me. They were not meant to be sensitive to human touch, however..."

Svala's touch was different.

"My ability." Svala wrung her hands, averting her eyes. "...it is an invasive one, and I will not be so bold as to claim that I have never used it without permission. ...I have read politicians, noblemen, soldiers, all for the sake of my country, my family...even without their knowledge. I will not lie." It was something she occasionally felt great shame over, knowing that she was making herself privy to the deepest feelings of others, taking advantage of her own power over people, both with her lunaglyph and as Empress.

"I...had never intended to do such a thing to you, Kratos." She lowered her head, lower until it was a bow, and she held it. "I cannot apologize enough."

Kratos shut his eyes for a moment as he considered her reasoning for using such a power. "Considering you are of royalty, I find this unsurprising. In fact, it is a wise move to benefit the people of your country. A politician bearing gifts of promises and propositions may be lying through his teeth, and you would know."

He glanced back at his wings briefly and went on, squeezing her shoulder gently as he did. "It is only a natural ability. I cannot fault you for such a thing."

In fact, the touch may have helped him understand a few things about himself, although he wouldn't share this fact with her.

Edited 2009-05-01 18:18 (UTC)

At Kratos' insistence, Svala slowly straightened, nervously adjusting her hair. She supposed she was overreacting; a relatively foreign concept to her, actually, as she hadn't done such a thing in upwards of a few hundred years. But...emotions, feelings...they were sacred. Souls were sacred. When Svala had ascended to an aristo, she'd clung desperately to those feelings at first, even forcing herself to feel on occasion. Eventually she became accustomed to the power in her body and settled back into her emotions, though they were rather subdued from what they had been previously.

But...she knew Kratos valued his privacy, and more than that she valued it. What she worried most about was damaging the friendship they'd formed. ...he was her first actual friend, after all, the first since Volsung had "died."

"...very well. I shall take more care in the future."

Kratos nodded to affirm this, and then turned to make his way out of the ruins again. "If you wish to return and discover more about these ruins, I suggest bringing Raine with you. Although I caution against her... attitude when it comes to historical sites such as this."

"Yes, her enthusiasm. I have heard." Svala followed him outside, blinking a bit at the bright sunlight and shielding her eyes. "...you are certain it would not be too taxing to carry me and fly?"

"No, not at all. I have carried other people once." And they were much bigger than you.

Once he reached the sand, he looked back and held his arm out to her in a gesture to come closer. "Well then... shall we go?"

"Ah- yes." Svala stepped closer, up to his side. She gave the sky a rather threatening look, as if daring it to drop she and Kratos at any time during the flight and steeled herself.

In an instant, Kratos leaned down and swept Svala off of her feet - quite literally. He grabbed her shoulders and then scooped her up with his other arm, which resulted in holding her bridal style. Really, it was the best way to hold someone like Svala.

He then looked up at the sky and flapped his wings powerfully until he was hovering off of the ground a few feet.

Svala- yes. Definitely squeaked in surprise, and then alarm when they began to lift. She threw her arms around his neck and pressed her face to his shoulder; her feet no longer on solid ground -nor Kratos'- suddenly rendered her unable to hear the spirit of earth's voice, and she was a bit unnerved.

Kratos flew higher still, resisting the urge to sigh, though he had to roll his eyes. He was sympathetic, yes, but he still hoped that Svala would get used to flight in the time it would take to return to the village.

Soon, he moved forward, holding her close and securely to himself. It was a practiced maneuver; He had carried other people before in this same fasion, but other than Anna and Lloyd, Svala was one of the first that he really wanted to keep safe.

It does take a little time, but after a while Svala peeks over his shoulder at the rapidly disappearing silhouette of the ruins, dark against the sun and looking smaller by the moment. The sand rushed beneath them in a blur of gold and brown, flecked with the occasional color of the wildlife. Wind pulled at her hair -and his- but the idea of letting go of her steady grip to fix it was a rather terrifying one.

She realized how tightly she was holding on and forced herself to loosen her hold. No need to choke him, after all.

Kratos could feel her shifting around and loosen her hold on him, and he felt a small amount of relief for that. He could breathe fine, but it was a little uncomfortable. Svala was strong for such a tiny woman.

He lifted his head, taking his gaze off of the landscape to get a view of the sky. "If you look up, you'll see that we're much closer to the clouds. It's quite the sight when the sunsets and the stars appear."

Looking up was an infinitely better option than looking down, and Svala glanced skyward to take note of their position. The clouds looked wispy and thin -due to the lack of moisture above the desert- but she could see off in the distance the full, white clouds above the mountains.

"They appear solid, in places. It is...difficult to believe that they are composed only of water, at times."

"It isn't so hard to believe once you've passed through one." Kratos remarked and gave a nod as if to affirm this. He kept himself level; He knew that Svala wouldn't appreciate going even higher, but it was obvious that he flew high enough to pass through the clouds.

"Fascinating," she whispered; this was as close to the heavens as she'd ever been. While her people didn't worship the sky, the stars or the sun, they did worship the moon. And even if this world's moon was pitifully small in comparison to her own, that was mostly due to the chains pulling it closer to the earth. Her conflicted feelings on the topic of Veros notwithstanding, traveling unbound by the earth she held so dear was...

Well, a little exhilarating.

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