Thread: Oaths Twice Writ, Thrice Sworn (Umbrale & Erit)

The quiet murmuring of her companion was all the 'warning' Alisia needed to brace for the incoming about-face change in momentum. Arms encircled around the male's abdomen, leaning in closeas if they could get much closer, to rest her head upon his shoulder. The high-velocity spin sent her tails into a twining blur of movement, opposite of their direction, feigning the inertia that the action would have against them, were it not for the aeroshell and magical properties of the device. Heart pounding in her chest, the winged kitsune could only giggle in abrupt glee at it, right on queue to Chase's own evoked exhilaration. On the second turn, however, the heiress released her hold upon him, and let her body ride the force, swinging--legs held in tense pace against the frame--with the one-eighty change to end up with just a playful bit of force against Chase's opposite shoulder, Wheee! She mocked, feigning the blissful exclamation of a child's joy, in direct contrast to the thrilling ride. Ever the knight in not-so-gloriously-shining-attire, aren't you? she teased to follow, if only to be betrayed by the swishing of her tails to their sides. Hands that came to just rest on his sides, once more encircled his body, and a deep breath preceded the slow exhalation of one content in the moment, even if the moment in question was thrumming a chord of excitement and--for a speed-freak-- euphoria within the duo. The tone, not to mention the simple shift in demeanor of Chase took the feeling a different route, causing Alisia to pause for a moment, even as a particular slide felt the core of gravity intensify in her. The slightest frown graced her face, long enough for the sidelong glance of her companion to catch, before her eyes flitted to his glowing cerulean depth. That characteristic glare held his for a moment, before her jutted forward quickly, 'bonking' foreheads just light enough to be a reprimand in its own right. Must you always worry? With a dismissive shake of the question, even enough to ignore the affectionate pat of his hand upon her thigh, her head turned away to the countryside. For the moment of silence that followed, Alisia did nothing, until she turned back with the slightest of a sympathetic smile. I'll pick the spot. The sudden change in both countenance and topic, was a break-enough, but the sudden shift her legs to the back of the bike, left little to wonder, and more to panic, lest anyone unfaithful in the heiress took the act for one of danger. If the feeling of her body lifted from the mould upon his back, combined with the lack of sight--unless he turned fully away from the road--wasn't enough, the sudden whisper of her lips upon his ear would surely send some shiver through Chase, Best not keep a girl waiting. With that, the ebony-azure haired heiress flexed her legs, and propelled upwards off from the bike. Were it not for the wings that snapped to full extension, and caught the harsh backdraft of force, just outside of the aeroshell, she surely would have met a harsh trashing upon the ground behind them. Kudos to the alien physiology Alisia shot up into the sky behind them, quickly displaced by the speed of the vehicle, till she was a good height into the sky. As the momentum began to slow, chin tilted upwards, and body lax, hands outspread to the air, she basked in the feeling of the air, the freedom and sensual stillness akin to being afloat in water. Eyes closed, ears still for once to the noise, until the moment between rising and falling, held still in the air for a picture in time as she began to tilt back, wings tucked in, and her body rotated as the descent began, until she was head-first like a spear to the ground. Only then, did those eyes snap open, in time to her wings once more, this time with crystal-blue depths shocked through with the crackle of energy. Highlights among the ridge of her wings, tails, and even the lacing color amongst her raven locks flared brighter, and the crackling of azure electricity burst into existence among her wings, lacing outwards into the air. A single beat, backwards, and a concussionary noise sent the vixen forwards at an ungodly speed. Only to be increased, was that velocity, as she began to spin, wings closing about her form to create an 'aeroshell' of their own that azure lightning crackling off from them to trail behind her, acceleration ramping until she closed upon Chase, wings beating open flat to reveal her form just-above and to the side of his own. While she avoided glancing in his direction, a glance to her would be well-enough to see the satisfaction-dripping smiling and sparkling amusement ever-held in those crystal hues. Wings spread in full glory, lightning curling off of those wings in a delicate, controlled pattern behind her, lit the winged kitsune in a hue that complemented beauty already exhumed. The moment was over as soon as it began, though, as another beat of her wings sent back into the sky, and notably ahead of the Cuirasser had he not already seen it, Chase could affirm the trouble her flights had caused about the manor, when she let-loose. You think he would swoon, at least a little bit... A quick survey of the grounds, those clean, rolling fields, fit and ample blossoms of trees, ponds and small reservoirs abound, came to be of purpose, as she veered to the side, gliding down to a flat-enough patch of land just meters away from one swimming-hole, thronged one side by a copse of maple and evergreen trees, the other side of the water more sparse with its vegetation, but shrouded low with bushes-and-berries. For all her momentum, all the more a graceful landing, as an upright glide slowed her descent, only to land with a flap-and-a-fold, touching almost gently to the earth just outside the wooded clearing. For the spare second she had before her companion arrived, a more earnest frown graced the private moment, pearlescant whites gnawing lightly on soft-rose lips. Tails entwined and wringed one-another out, a testament to anxiety and ill-thoughts, forgotten at the inclination of his arrival. About-face in return, her smile graced Chase's features, musing, I think this'll do. Enough of a wind-break, at least, if you happen to inspire the growth of some monstrous flora, aye?