Snippet #2475575

"Alright," Lucas nods as he turns his head to glance back at the other two, "but I can tell that you're not fine. You can't be fine after being hurt that badly." He shrugs, pacing over to Noir and hopping up, hoping the other two would be ready to travel within the next moment. "I can scout ahead." He suggests gently, watching his dear friend for a moment as he steadied himself on the pegasus's back.

Noir's wings beat lightly for a moment as he observs the people around him. Then, feeling a slight pressure on his sides from the knees of his rider, he beats his wings harder against the air and begins to rise up. Dust created by the wind which Noir makes as he rises scatters around the clearing, only settling after Noir and Lucas were high in the sky. Whinnying softly to Lucas, he turns and they soar off in the direction that they will soon be traveling along on the ground. "Do you think Jarus will be more like how he normally is after he recovers?" He mutters to Noir curiously with a blatant tone of concern and worry. Lucas had been able to tell Jarus was off, but what worried him more was how Jarus was avoiding him. I don't understand how one minute he can be confessing his emotions to me and the next act as if I'm a traitor. He really can be such a damn girl sometimes, but maybe that just comes with being gay. He thinks to himself as he tugs on Noir's mane and points down to the ground below, noting the path they would be able to follow along the stream. "I think that leads into a river at the forest's edge." He mutters before turning Noir to go back, but not before Noir nods in agreement.