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When he last soared this high, it was in a fit of panic and despair. Estinien remembered little of the time he was held as Nidhogg’s thrall, but he remembered the fear and the anger – boiling, drowning, screaming with it. His skin had torn itself apart as he manifested the ghost of the great wyrm, and as his soul was eclipsed, he had thrown himself against the confines of his imprisonment, like a bird ramming into its cage – desperate to regain control, to try to pilot the body that no longer responded to his own commands.
This time, he need not steer, and he felt no fear. The body behind his feet breathed in time with his own; the wingbeats flapped with the pulse of his pounding heart. No – this time, he and Tiamat were of one mind, one will – to seek vengeance and atonement, both. To save her children in whatever ways were still available to them.
The wind whipped past them, and they soared together on the currents.