It was daytime, but the sky above was completely covered by a thick layer of dull mountainous clouds. The luminance of starlight, all across the lands of Earth, was therefore slightly dim, and the day looked like a partial night.
Andron, Iris and Volck were flying southwards, deep amidst the thick clouds, in the sky above.
Iris held tightly onto Andron's body. Her hands were both wrapped around his body, and her head lay leaning against his chest. Her hair flowed freely down her head, and it kept being blown up and down, by the strong currents of wind gushing onto them as they went.
Where her palms converged, behind Andron's back, Iris could feel the sheer power emanating from the base of the two massive wings. The red wings flapped and flapped, beating up and down against the volumin
