Viserys felt uneasy until he was high in the air above the jungle. He didn't see any signs of pursuit, but still was glad to put Zenoskelis and whatever others might have been lurking around far behind him. He caught a strong breeze and was soon zipping along swiftly over the distant trees below.
It disturbed him a little to think that there had been some sort of suffering soquili so close to them all throughout their conversation. It made it all seem a little perverse, really. Somehow they had parted on good terms, and he wondered if Zenoskelis truly did wish to invite him back for another visit. Could they be potential allies, even if barbaric and cruel? These thoughts filled his head, but eventually ceased, soothed away in the rhythmic beating of his wings.
Fin.
