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It had been hours upon hours of flight, and from where Elijah's point of view, while he's barely able to keep his wings going anymor, his guardian is keeping hte same pace as when they'd started. Steady, leisurely beats of the pair of wings much stronger than his own. Eyes narrowing, he gives the extra effort, one of which he can't exactly spare but does anyway, to pull in beside Tobias.

His head turns, a bright but not surprised smile gracing the elder's face. "Well, this really is an engaging flight, isn't it Lij?" he pipes up cheerfully, adjusting the watch on his wrist unconsciously. His bangs brush back against the rest of his unruly hair from the wind patterns, earlier producing only a minor setback for the pair.

Rolling his eyes, Elijah nearly forgets to continue his faster pace, momentarily gulping backwards. Wings spanning about 3/4ths of his guardian, they beat twice as fast to keep the same pace, discouraging Elijah greatly. "Oh, right. Excellent choice of words," he mutters under his breath, the statement almost lost on the wind.

Tobias doesn't let the sarcasm bring him down, instead turning his eyes giddily forward. "I see specks of land ahead, if you were wanted to stop for a brief rest," he suggest brightly, flicking a wrist to something growing in the distance, Elijah now cluing in to be islands. His suggestion is almost absentmindedly, as if he just threw it out there in case he was actually interested in taking a rest, after flying for what seems to be forever.

If he had been within reach of Tobias' neck, not above a massive amount of water, and preferably stronger than his guardian, Elijah would not have hesitated to lunge and take the sucker down. As if the burning sensation of overworked muscles in his back and shoulders isn't complaining too loudly to ignore, his lungs do equal damage to his self esteem. It's embarassing, at least in his eyes, to be the one to have to make them stop for a rest. Besides the vast experience he chooses to ignore that his guardian has, Elijah could very well be at equal caliber as Tobias, their heights and masses zeroing in each other. The truth is hitting him in the face; if he doesn't take this opportunity to stop, his wings will collapse someplace out across the water later, and that would be much more embarassing than accepting the chance at a rest.

"Fine," he growls sharply, snapping his head and gaze away. "But we aren't gonna stop long out in the middle of nowhere. Just for a snack and to rest m'wings a little, and we're off again." Lies, of course. After that, he feels like he could sleep for weeks undisturbed, given the chance of course. This answer seems acceptable, though, because Tobias nods and veers forty five degrees to the right on their course without any second thoughts.

No less than ten minutes later do they make their landings. Tobias' feet hit the ground first, his wings folding with a silent sigh against the guardian's back, his shoulders stretching back to relax his muscles. Elijah's landing is far less elegant, his bare feet skidding into the sand and his lungs let out a gasp of air upon impact. His left wing crumples, folding its tip over in utter exhastion.

Smoothing his hand over the feathers, Elijah curses quietly under his breath. If he hadn't been so tired.. if, if, if. It all comes down to chance, doesn't it? Straightening up, he quickly moves his bare feet as the heat of the sand takes its toll on the flesh.

Tobias pulls his fingers through his hair, his longer bangs falling down into their regular place as if they hadn't been whipped for hours before. "Looks like we've got some exploring to do," he says in a way identical to that of a kid in a candy store. Elijah groans softly, but opens his eyes for the first time to the surroundings, quickly glad he hadn't missed his landing and wound up on those rocks..

It's hard to tell which one is more shocked about seeing Aurora, both portraying identical expressions. Elijah is quicker to respond, however, shaking away his disbelief and replacing it with sarcasm.

"What luck brings us the rarest of all island dwellers, maximus cootieous?" he retorts, silently glad she hadn't seen him with his wing all folded over. They ache all the way from their origin in his back to their still recovering tips, but he tries not let that reflect outwardly.

Tobias shakes his head, slightly embarassed by Lij's childish fued with Aurora. "Is everything okay? Everyone safe?" he inquires, taking a few steps forward, his sandals sinking easily in the hot sand. Having been the only ones with alternate transportation methods, Elijah and Tobias took to the air, but obviously the worry for their fellow Simu and travellers had bothered the both of the during the flight.

Elijah perks up at the mention of Zanna, his heart sinking in his chest to learn that she could be just about anywhere. Oh well, perhaps "exploring" would be a wise thing to do after all..

Tobias nods, serious booting out the playfully kind attitude. The parent part of him has, indeed, affected him, as much as he'd like to think otherwise. "I would, actually. Just to be sure of it m'self, y'know. I'd feel horribly responsible if we all didn't come back in one piece."

Lifting a hand, he offers it to Aurora. "You wouldn't mind showing me where, Aurora? If you're not too busy, that is."

Behind him, Elijah makes audible gagging noises, even falling to his knees in the sand for effect.

"We'll be all right, things off the boat floated, and some stuff was grabbed. They'll find us soon enough?" Aurora took Tobias's hand, face lighting up into a little grin as she did. But she couldn't help giving into the temptation, kicking a little bit of sand at Elijah. Drama queen. He and Sim would be best of friends.

"Not too busy at all. It's not too far a walk, just a few rocks to climb over and a few beaches to cross." Aurora started back again, leading them.

"Hm? I beg your pardon, Shii? Matches? Oh dear, I don't believe I do... but wasn't there a box of water proof ones? Perhaps they've washed ashore? Shall I go take a look for you?" Sim offered, batting his eyes at Ura, he needed an excuse to wander off so that he could attempt at reviving his feather boa. He wasn't about to risk being seen using his abilities again.

"Splendid! I shall be off now!" Sim declared, but before he left, he fished out from his bag his orange kerchief. Waving, the teen wandered off into the opposite direction Aurora had gone.

"You're right, they'd probably already be out looking for us." Aurora reluctently let go when they reached hte rocks, needing both hands for balance to climb the high water carved rocks. "And maybe you can see if anyone else is around, they must have put off more lifeboats than just ours."

She continued to climb, jogged the ten metres across the beach, and reached a second set of rocks, a second tiny beach, and finally the third set of rocks seperating the Simu from the other part.

Aurora hesitated. She'd wanted to escape from Ura, and now she was going right back into his company. Rora wished he'd gone solo with Zanna, or something.

Oh well. At least she was nearly dry now.

"They're over there." Aurora guestured to the rocks, and sat on one of the warm ones. "I'll just ... sit here for a bit."