The dusk breathes over Moonhollow Drift, a silver hush that settles on Lucien’s wings as he prepares for flight. Wind whispers through the spars he forged, carrying the faint music of distant storms. He closes his eyes, reading currents by feel alone. Below, the maelstrom coils in restless spirals. Lucien steps into the trembling air, gliding where shadow remembers light.
(T.U.I. Goku flies in the air)
Lucien Corvin observes T.U.I. Goku's flight with quiet interest, his silver-grey eyes tracking the movements through the shifting tapestry of the sky. He notes the ease with which Goku navigates the currents, a silent acknowledgment of skill shared between those accustomed to the sky's embrace. "The winds here are fickle," he offers, his voice low and even, carrying a hint of warmth beneath its usual restraint. "But it seems you understand their language well."
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1T.U.I. Goku
10/12/2025
The dusk breathes over Moonhollow Drift, a silver hush that settles on Lucien’s wings as he prepares for flight. Wind whispers through the spars he forged, carrying the faint music of distant storms. He closes his eyes, reading currents by feel alone. Below, the maelstrom coils in restless spirals. Lucien steps into the trembling air, gliding where shadow remembers light.
(T.U.I. Goku flies in the air)
Lucien Corvin observes T.U.I. Goku's flight with quiet interest, his silver-grey eyes tracking the movements through the shifting tapestry of the sky. He notes the ease with which Goku navigates the currents, a silent acknowledgment of skill shared between those accustomed to the sky's embrace. "The winds here are fickle," he offers, his voice low and even, carrying a hint of warmth beneath its usual restraint. "But it seems you understand their language well."
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