Before the Drow, his face filled with delighted surprise, could finish his effusive thanks, David had already beaten his wings again and soared into the sky. Only then did he have the chance to admonish Tania, who was clinging tightly to his dragon horn, lost in thought.
"Next time, don't cast 'Ice Storm' above my head. It makes my head ache."
"...Understood. It won't happen again; I'll use fire instead." Tania immediately made a face, not caring whether her elder brother, whose eyes were literally above the clouds, could see her expression, or if his famed worldliness was truly so encompassing.
Fire it is then, David thought. He couldn't be bothered to fuss over dignity, especially since his head was bare anyway. As long as his little sister was happy on her outing, that was all that mattered.
「Three days later, in Elvis, the Royal Capital of Luwalden.」
