Sawtooth Spire oh, such torturous things

again, you're fine! i am a patient sort.

Gravel skittered and flew loose in her wake as she tore down the incline. Echelon moved as breakneck as she dared, rounding those familiar pathways with the bird still clutched tightly in her grasp. At times a wing dared to drag the ground before her until she hoisted it higher.

Behind her, his voice raised up sharply in exclamation and she knew, she just knew he would be after her. It sent a violent twist of glee through her to know that she had struck a nerve in his oh so pleasant facade, and left her to change up tactics as she ventured onward.

Where the slope bent dangerously, she vaulted down to the rocky slips of sheer granite; her elbows scraping against the stone as she landed roughly. But momentum was on her side as she kept going — Echelon was moving far too fast to try and stop on the incline. To do so would have sent her flying with the birds literally, and frankly the dead thing in her jaws wasn't about to be strong enough to flap for them both.

Hopefully her recklessness wouldn't be the end of her too.