The Hydro Serpent cut through the night sky like a streak of liquid silver, its scales shimmering faintly as moonlight rippled across them. Wind roared in their ears, pulling and tugging at Luca's clothes, while Seraphina's long, sky-blue hair streamed behind her in fluid waves, glowing faintly in the pale light. Despite the rush of speed, the atmosphere between the two was heavy—silence hanging thicker than the clouds they tore past.
Luca shifted slightly in his seat, the serpent's scales cool beneath his fingertips. He stole a glance at Seraphina, her profile calm and unreadable, gaze fixed on the horizon. His lips pressed into a thin line before he finally broke the stillness.
"Are you done with your work, Professor?" His voice carried lightly against the wind.
Seraphina tilted her head ever so slightly, acknowledging his words without looking at him. A soft nod followed. "It's done… What about you?"
