Ember landed lightly before the gangplank, hovering briefly above the ground with large pulses of her dark wings before setting her boots on the solid planks. She folded her wings beside her arms as she wrapped the heavy cloak around herself, stepping confidently off the Quicksilver and striding down the plank to the dock, where the Phoenix waited, surprisingly patient.
The extra bulk of the massive feather made her frame appear much larger than it truly was, but perhaps it would deter greedy eyes from attempting to rob her. The heavy edges of the cloth lightly brushed the ground, only occasionally allowing a loose wing tip to slip out from beneath.
"Now listen closely," she said sternly, addressing the Phoenix without facing him. She slid the thick leather gloves over her slender hands, adjusting them carefully. "Don't talk unless I tell you to, and keep your eyes open. We are in an unpredictable territory and you may have only gotten lucky with your little drop in today. Am I clear?"
She gripped the hood of the cloak, stopping with it half-lifted to shoot the younger Mythic a sharp glance from vivid eyes, demanding his compliance.
@Amer
