starter // @encarnal
Wind against skin feels the way it always has, though the area below him is just as familiar as the rest of the isle is. That is to say, not at all. Much like how similarly mortals lived despite the differing climates, and cultures they adopted (excluding the more detailed aspects of such), Radiale is no exception. Across the different districts, things were peaceful. Even despite their differences, the similarities held up easily. Then again, that could be from their close proximity. It’s not difficult to any extent to get from one ward, to another.Â
One thing he noticed fairly quickly on his own end, was how it took more wing flaps to maintain himself in the air. Without six to balance and hold, the finer details felt *different*. Two wings felt strange upon his back, yet he would have it no other way. He *wanted* to discard being the supreme primarch, allowing evolution to guide and watchover itself. His former core belongs to the person he trusts most, it’s theirs now more than anything else.Â
Due to that disparity, he doesn’t notice another person up here until they’re too close.Â
