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Another flap of wings sends proof to her question without words as the winged teen glides up above. Barely squinting, he picks up on where the owl had passed through the quickly darkening sky. Relaxing his wings slightly so they arch appropriately, he sets out his feet in front of himself for quite a smooth landing.

" 'Lo," he greets quietly, shoving his hands into his pockets. Yet another "borrowed" pair of boots are on his normally bare feet. He was quite glad to have an excuse to leave the house, failing to mention the details of the significance of the trip. In fact, he'd failed to mention anything at all, yet again breaking free of the house unnoticed. He'd gotten in s**t for the last time, and if he gets caught again..

But, she's well worth it.

"Ehm, a'right," he lies quietly, raising his eyes up at the tree to take a photographic glance. With a short pause, he looks back down to her face with a sad sparkle to his eyes. "Tobes has me locked up for a few weeks, today included. If you don't hear back from me for a while.. "

He shakes his head. "Don't worry about it. Just send Sevati and I'll keep in touch that way. He's a softy for things with wings, s'long as they aren't related to him."

Elijah rolls his eyes, but it feels as though his stomach has dropped down to his feet.

Elijah gives a long stare at the two pendants in his hand before closing his fingers around the two beautiful gifts. Valentine's Day..? He had heard, vaguely, something about it around the house, but he hadn't bothered to listen in on the fuss. Any fuss isn't usually good around the Taciturn Lime, but this.. really is a slap that he should have clued in.

He raises his eyes up at her again, releasing his lip from its hold under his teeth, which he hadn't realized he had been doing. "Valentine's..?" he says softly, guilt spreading over him quickly. "I- Well, I didn't get anything for you.. I've been locked up and ju-"

Elijah hangs his head a touch before quickly trying to think of a solution. His own stupidity has a hold around his vocal chords at the moment, choking any words away from escaping. This couldn't turn out well.. could it?

"I still owe you that flight," he finally says, blue eyes flickering back at her figure. "Night's clear.. I might as well make the best of my escape, as it might be a while til you see me again, anyway.."

Elijah winces, recognizing something in her voice that tells him she isn't exactly happy. Reaching out at her, he catches onto her shoulder, quickly pocketing the gifts with his other hand.

"They're great gifts. They remind me of.. old times, something I can't even remember. M'dream, too. I love them.." he whispers gently, doing as he usually did by means of brushing his fingers across her cheek. "And I-"

His wings ruffle when he catches onto the sound of a branch snapping. As paranoid as he is, considering the situation, he tenses up and looks directly into her eyes for.. something. Anything.

"Now?" he quickly hisses under his breath, keeping quiet. "D'you trust me to fly you..?"

Elijah wastes no time; he moves her hands so they gather around his neck, next gaining a good hold around her waist. Entangled like this, he curves and spreads out his wings to hesitate momentarily before a hasty takeoff.

As it turns out, despite all of his fears, there isn't any noticable strain or faltering. In fact, it doesn't even affect his flight patterns all that much. The ease is quickly spotted in the way his tense body relaxes gently. All the while, the pair continues to rise, and without a single word from the "pilot."

He grins with a strained glance down at her, returning his eyes quickly to the scene ahead. It's not like watching the road, where you could easily swerve and encounter danger; up here, rarely is there any trouble to bump into, and his wings do all of the work adapting naturally to the wind patterns.

"Like you wouldn't believe," he laughs back in a low tone, keeping his grip on her tight as the notion of danger for her is still there. He flies a straight path, taking her directly over the forest below and nearly to the edge of it.

He'd go on forever, fly until his wings felt like they'd give out if he went further, and he'd easily take her with him. Away from this damn place where his guardian could keep him away from all this, and worst of all, away from her.

"Where d'you want to go?"

He bit his lip slightly when she asked, releasing it with the relief of knowing she can't clearly see his face at this angle. He would take her wherever she pleases, if only for the excuse just to be with her and keep away from home.

As always.

The setting now is, indeed, familiar. His photographic memory digs up the map of this place from the aerial view; it doesn't differ significantly from how it can be viewed in the day, so it's easy for him to know where he currently stands, direction wise.

"I'm up for anywhere you want to go.."