The wind elemental magic that carried Queen Margaret and Royal Consort Josephine back towards Eryndal was potent, a display of power meant to subtly reinforce Alaric's dominance even as he seemingly performed a service. He left them near the capital, ensuring they had a plausible arrival point, their minds still reeling from his audacious commands and their bodies thoroughly conditioned by days and nights of relentless attention.
Once they were safely deposited, however, Alaric didn't linger. The mask of the concerned ally dropped, replaced by the focused efficiency of the Young Master of the Steele family returning home. The air shimmered around him, wind magic gathering with ferocious intensity. The landscape below blurred into streaks of green and brown as he shot through the sky like a living arrow, pushing his elemental control to its limits.
