slow dancing in a burning room

The journey was far from comfortable, the smoke and ash heavy in the air as the two of them continued forward over the bifrost. Eris whined softly, and he knew she was having more trouble than he was over the flat sand land bridge. Her voice was at his ear as she weakened, and Oxide felt his pace slow instinctively for her. She could barely breathe at this point and the young Nightingale made to stop.

”Stop, Eris.” He told her softly, her pace was much shorter than his and she was having a much more difficult time of the smoke. Without much ceremony Oxide made to grab for her scruff. He wanted to pick her tiny form up and swing her over his back so she wouldn’t have to walk any further. If she made it to his back he’d wait for her to rearrange herself. ”We’ll get there faster this way.” He insisted before taking off again.