The landscape below them began to change slowly from the lush green forests of Avalon, to the barren dullness of Caronia. It was a slow change, but obvious. The flight was a few hours, give or take a bit as Caronia and Avalon weren't close to each other at all, almost a full days journey from Pelendava. And during that time he had plenty of time to mull things over and decide what to do, it was easier to think in the air. He was vaguely aware of her struggling against his claws, one and awhile her tail would slash against his sides and he woud flinch, but not stop. His mind was pre-occupied. He couldn't kill Frill, that much he knew. He had known that from the start, and had been foolish to assume otherwise.
And in that moment he had changed his mind, he wouldn't take her to Caronia as had been his origional plan. Instead of taking her directly to Mount Mandalla where the main camp of Caronia was situated, he veered off sharply to the left with a quick, sudden descent that sent butterflies through his stomach. This was the point of no return, if he continued he would be forced to hand over Frill to Tenebrae, and who knew what he would do.
The dive he put them into was steep and fast, and when he finally unfurled his wings to slow them down the G-forces tore even more at Frill's wings as Jester pulled up. They were very low now, following the edge of a cliff that dropped off on one side, going straight down into darkness. After only a few seconds, Jester banked again into another steep dive down into the darkness below the cliff and circled around once before ducking under an outcrop into a large half-cave. It was very dark in the cave, not even the light of the moon or stars penetrated the thick blackness that hung in the air. He dropped Frill onto the cave floor, which was covered in a slimy layer of moss and sludgy water, and landed in front of her to block the exit. "I'm sorry." He said after a moment, his voice echoing strangely off the cave walls.
