[ That Adelis is faster and takes the lead to pull him along has Trahearne thankful for a brief moment. The slightest bit of speed is a welcome burst of inspiration, though he knows they will never outrun the dragon. That if they're caught, that would mean the end of both of them--a definitive one for Trahearne, as the corruption will take his life instantly. But Adelis would live on, only as its servant. All of his will lost.
That may be a harsher fate than instant death.
There is no hesitation on Trahearne's part in face of the Orrian seas below. Adelis may stop, but Trahearne sees no reason to. The smell grows ever stronger, the anxiety claws at him from the pit of his gut. They need to get out.
By virtue of their linked hands, Trahearne may end up dragging Adelis with him as he leaps from the cliff. He feels the torrent of putrid wind rush over them as Zhaitan flies overhead, its multitude of mouth-heads futilely snapping at them. The pull of gravity is greater, however, and he plummets straight down the cliffside.
And the second he hits the cold, dark water, he shoots upright in bed. It has been a long, long time since he's dreamt of Orr. ]
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That may be a harsher fate than instant death.
There is no hesitation on Trahearne's part in face of the Orrian seas below. Adelis may stop, but Trahearne sees no reason to. The smell grows ever stronger, the anxiety claws at him from the pit of his gut. They need to get out.
By virtue of their linked hands, Trahearne may end up dragging Adelis with him as he leaps from the cliff. He feels the torrent of putrid wind rush over them as Zhaitan flies overhead, its multitude of mouth-heads futilely snapping at them. The pull of gravity is greater, however, and he plummets straight down the cliffside.
And the second he hits the cold, dark water, he shoots upright in bed. It has been a long, long time since he's dreamt of Orr. ]