The dark-winged Host began to wake shortly before they touched ground, beating her wings in the O'urtn'x arms in a vain attempt to break their fall. Enirah pulled a miserable face, her own strained fluttering barely slowing as they hit the cracked pavement below. Sprawling in all different directions, the two laid silently for a moment before trying to get up.
"Um, sorry," The host finally managed to force out. "Thanks. Seems pretty bad down here."
"This whole adventure is fucked up and I'm retiring to do gardening after this," Enirah groaned, leaning backwards into a crevice.
An arm appeared beside Enirah's head, offering her a hand up. As she stood, a smile crossed her face, and she flung her arms around Tya, the Arakanth suddenly beside her once more. She looked to Tya's face and concern hit her, the Arakanth's face hard.
The Taranan catch up behind her, Rose atop Bryn's back and Daer'on running ahead to assist the Host. Rose casts an uncomfortable glance to her right, where Gwendolyn holds Set in place by his shoulders as if scruffing him. The small Arakanth Host has a black eye, albeit a difficult to see one as he gazes piercingly into the ground.
"Oh, don't do that," T'akrin's host sighs and gestures to Set as she gets to her feet, her voice dry. "He didn't do a thing."
"He - we-" Tya is incoherent, gesturing at Enirah. Even Dae'ron gives the host a cold stare.
"It's the demons," She taps her own head. "Something's fucking with 'em down here. Look, unless he starts giving you a migraine, it's Set, not Yssc, got me?"
"Everything about this is giving me a migraine," Tya bared her teeth, still dripping venom. "He stays on a tight leash."
"Look, while I appreciate you being tough as nails right now, we have another problem, and it's staring at us from across that ravine." Rose suddenly spoke up, exhausted - possibly too exhausted to interrupt an argument, but she would try anyways.
Aen stood at the edge of a cliff overlooking everything, shards of ice falling from her back into the leyline below. A glacier slowly formed at her feet, groaning and creaking as it shot spikes into the air, a hideous bridge made of frozen knives. Her fingers tapped impatiently on her frostbitten arms, eyes darting across the beings below, who only felt bear and teeth and horns.
"Olaichtyn," A husky voice burst forth from T'akrin's host, heat pouring out from her pores.