[Eivor tries very hard not to be alarmed by the fire-belching metal inventions that the Adamant survivors use so casually, and she has spent a good portion of the day also trying very hard to stop staring every time Sam just. Flies up there. It's not magic, she knows that; it has something to do with the metal wings, but Hel if she knows what.
He falls from the sky like a stone, catching himself at the last second like he doesn't have a very natural fear of plummeting to the ground.
The raven perched on Eivor's shoulder croaks indignantly, and Eivor tosses a flat look Sam's way.] You seem to delight in it, actually.
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He falls from the sky like a stone, catching himself at the last second like he doesn't have a very natural fear of plummeting to the ground.
The raven perched on Eivor's shoulder croaks indignantly, and Eivor tosses a flat look Sam's way.] You seem to delight in it, actually.