Byron's breath hitched as the wind whipped through his short black hair, the world below a sprawling tapestry of emerald hills and winding rivers.
They had left Themiscyra over an hour ago now, all the girls waving goodbye to them, one of them even crying.
Strawberry.
She was probably crying because of what she had seen in the visions. Byron had assumed.
Although, after Keza reckoned they had covered enough distance and that it was safe to tell him about the visions, nothing explained to him why exactly Strawberry had been crying. He still relied on speculation.
The visions weren't even as dangerous as they had made them to be... Or so he thought.
If Keza flew him all the way to New Themiscyra without landing anywhere, he would be safe. If she attempted landing anywhere, there would be trouble. It was that simple.
