[The sheer size and intensity of Eustace’s noctaere form stuns him, and for a brief moment, Joshua’s flight falters. The soft trill that escapes him is involuntary, a sound of pure, unfiltered shock that resonates through the air, almost lost amidst the roar of the storm. Then, of course, is the weight of what he’s seeing as it presses heavily on his heart.]
[The Eustace he knows––they all know––is buried somewhere within that monstrous form. The swirling static in the air crackles with dark energy, and Joshua feels it prickle uncomfortably against his feathers.]
[But he cannot fall prey to fear. Not when Tifa and Lyria are relying on him.]
[He draws on the warmth born of his fiery essence, the flames that define his very existence, and channels that energy outward. The barrier he creates is a shimmering field of heat, designed to counteract the biting static and deflect any stray bolts of lightning that might come too close. The air around them warms, the temperature rising as the protective aura takes shape, flickering like a mirage against the backdrop of the storm.]
Just a precautionary measure.
[He hopes it's more a reassuring thought than one to incite unease.]
[Joshua presses onward, his powerful wings slicing through the turbulent air as he closes the distance between them and Eustace. The roar of the storm is nearly deafening now, but Joshua’s focus is unwavering.]
no subject
[The Eustace he knows––they all know––is buried somewhere within that monstrous form. The swirling static in the air crackles with dark energy, and Joshua feels it prickle uncomfortably against his feathers.]
[But he cannot fall prey to fear. Not when Tifa and Lyria are relying on him.]
[He draws on the warmth born of his fiery essence, the flames that define his very existence, and channels that energy outward. The barrier he creates is a shimmering field of heat, designed to counteract the biting static and deflect any stray bolts of lightning that might come too close. The air around them warms, the temperature rising as the protective aura takes shape, flickering like a mirage against the backdrop of the storm.]
Just a precautionary measure.
[He hopes it's more a reassuring thought than one to incite unease.]
[Joshua presses onward, his powerful wings slicing through the turbulent air as he closes the distance between them and Eustace. The roar of the storm is nearly deafening now, but Joshua’s focus is unwavering.]
He may be able to hear us this close.