They’d stolen half an hour to themselves again—more than enough time to uphold conversation without the scathing interjections of a certain vociferous 8-bit dragon.

At the time of their rendezvous, the blazing sun had yet to rise over Natlan, leaving its tribespeople and revered beasts to slumber until the waking dawn.

Kinich crossed Teticpac Peak’s plateau, meeting his companion by the cliff’s edge. He tilted his head slightly, taking a moment or two to observe the familiar silhouette that was barely discernible against the backdrop of twilight sky.

“You shouldn’t stand too close to the edge like that,” The hunter finally spoke up, revealing his presence in the usual monotone, “Unless you’re planning on jumping off.”

He made the comment bluntly, with it being the closest thing he could get to dry humour—they were both confident in their abilities to navigate the skies with adept skill, after all. The heights would have to be much higher to be daunting to warriors of their caliber.