[ Thoma’s only, frantic thoughts as he plummets, the world whipping by him, are simply that he must protect the egg, for the sake of the baby and its mother, for the sake of the rest of the town. His outstretched fingers brush the shell once, and then he’s able to get his arms around it, pulling the egg close to his chest as he curls his body around it.
The reality of what he’s done hits a split second later, and in a harrowing moment, he tries to reach for the power of his Vision, hoping to call up a shield to save him from the worst of the impact. In the end, he isn’t quick enough because his back suddenly hits something solid… solid and soft and warm. His eyes fly open to a spray of yellow and red flower petals, caught and whipped away byt the air that still whizzes past him.
It’s only then that he’s able to make out the sound of beating wings over the harried pounding of his heart, and he rolls onto his side to curl his fingers into flora and soft feathers, the egg still held close to his body with his other hand. ]
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The reality of what he’s done hits a split second later, and in a harrowing moment, he tries to reach for the power of his Vision, hoping to call up a shield to save him from the worst of the impact. In the end, he isn’t quick enough because his back suddenly hits something solid… solid and soft and warm. His eyes fly open to a spray of yellow and red flower petals, caught and whipped away byt the air that still whizzes past him.
It’s only then that he’s able to make out the sound of beating wings over the harried pounding of his heart, and he rolls onto his side to curl his fingers into flora and soft feathers, the egg still held close to his body with his other hand. ]
I should have known you’d catch me.