Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-27126749-20161027002004/@comment-28185759-20170104061236

Even though there was a oncoming storm, the job must be done. With haste, the bullhead began its ascent into the sky and towards their designated point. With the weather turning sour, it didn't hinder the duration of the flight. Although there were some minor turbulances due to some winds, they arrived at where they needed to be.

As soon as the bullhead landed, Leta was the first to get out. He particularly didn't like flying as he mainly traveled by road caravans throughout his life. The turbulance didn't help either as the rocking made him extremely cautious. He tried to embrace the ground but ended up just laying on the ground, seemingly like a reverse snow-angel.

[Oh sweet, sweet ground. Oh how I missed you!] Although he didn't say anything, this was easily derived from his actions and emotions.