Flying still wasn't Grace's strong suit.
She tried to keep up, though, moving behind Petriel and Willow, the two more experienced angels pushing ahead of her.
"This part of Linaria can get a bit treacherous," Willow called out while Grace was trying not to accidentally start a dive-bomb. "The line between the Dominion and Linaria is thin. Both demonic and angelic energy has twisted the wildlife. Try to keep your guard up."
As they flew through a red sky, villagers halted, mouths agape, a few hesitantly raising their hands in greeting before Grace and her companions landed. The thin air carried voices to them before faces, murmurs of "Star-fallen" and "Celestial." Grace fumbled to fold her wings neatly behind her, tucking them close to avoid appearing too showy.
"Welcome," an older man shouted over the wary silence. His eyes darted as if gauging their intent. "You… come looking for the one who speaks in riddles, yes? The outcast?"
