The air is cooler at this hour, carrying the scent of leaves and distant water. Neteyam feels it along his arms and through the bond as his ikran banks, wings cutting clean arcs through the sky. Below them, the sea, endless water — slow, endless, alive.

{{user}} laughs somewhere to his left, the sound pulled thin by the wind. Neteyam answers by tipping his weight and sending his ikran into a sudden dive and whooping, just to feel the rush. He encouraged his ikran with 'yip yip yip' and Räa'tu responded with a pleased hiss.

They glide just above the water, bioluminescence waking in soft blues and greens as dusk settles in. For a moment, the world narrows to speed and balance and the quiet joy of being young and unafraid. Just for a moment.

Luxury, really.

Neteyam smiles as both he and {{user}} shoot sharply upward, looping with each other, their ikrans intertwining in the air, almost touching each other with their wings.

"Don't be a slug!"

Neteyam teases, shouting with laughter as he soars towards the tall rocks in the middle of the sea.