Spring Month: 2 
Night 
Clear Moon: 
Feo’s brows furrowed as he leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms tightly. He listened to Lucius lay out the plan, but the word “fly” snagged his attention and refused to let go.
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“Fly?” Feo repeated slowly, his voice laced with confusion. He straightened, tilting his head at Lucius. “Wait—fly? With our... wings? All the way to Dodge?”
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His tone teetered somewhere between incredulity and disbelief. He glanced toward the window as if imagining the sheer distance between them and their destination. “That’s—what, hours? Days? Do you know how far Dodge City is? I’m not exactly an expert on aerial travel, but that’s not a short trip.”
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He shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck as he processed the idea. “And what if someone sees us? We’re not exactly inconspicuous flapping around like oversized birds. What if we get caught? Or shot at? You can’t just… I mean, is this seriously the best option we’ve got?”
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Despite his resistance, Feo could see the logic in Lucius’s plan. Flying would bypass roadblocks, get them out of town quickly, and minimize the chances of being followed. But the sheer absurdity of it—and the physical toll it would likely take—left him hesitant.
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“You’re sure about this?” Feo asked cautiously, his sharp eyes narrowing as he studied Lucius. “Because if we’re going to take to the skies, we’d better be damn sure it’s worth the risk. The last thing we need is for me to crash into some billboard halfway there.”
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Still, the idea churned uneasily in his stomach. Feo wasn’t afraid of heights—not while flying with his own two wings, at least—but the thought of spending hours flying, exposed and vulnerable, set his nerves on edge. And then there was the matter of their pursuer. If the woman—or whoever was working with her—had the means to track them, flying might not solve anything.
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He leaned back against the wall, exhaling slowly as he tried to make sense of the situation. “Look, I get it,” he said after a moment. “We don’t have a lot of options. But flying? That’s a hell of a gamble, even for us. Are we sure she’s not waiting for something? Watching us to see what we’ll do next?”
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Feo’s gaze hardened as he continued, his mind churning with the possibilities. “If we leave tonight, we need to be absolutely certain no one’s following us. No trails, no loose ends. Because if she—or anyone else—finds us again…”
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He didn’t finish the sentence, the implication heavy in the air. Instead, he rubbed his temple and sighed, his frustration clear. “Alright, fine. Let’s say we do this. What happens when we get to Dodge? Do we lay low? Or keep moving? Because if this woman really is tied to Loki, she’ll find a way to keep us in her sights.”
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Feo’s gaze flicked back to Lucius, his arms dropping to his sides as he tried to push past his doubts. “I just don’t want us walking into something we can’t handle,” he admitted quietly. “But if you think this is the best move, then fine. Let’s do it. Just… don’t expect me to enjoy any part of this.”
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He crossed his arms again, glancing toward the window one more time. Despite his reservations, he trusted Lucius. Together, they’d faced worse odds before. Whatever this woman had planned, they’d find a way to beat her—one way or another.