Namely right now as he's realizing he is in a bad spot but torn about what to do about it. Should he just jump off? Should he try to anchor both him and the dragon to the tower? Except no, his body would be torn limb from limb in the process... But he can't just leave--
When the raven cries out and digs her talons into the luminous soft downy feathers of his cowl, one so wide it falls back over his shoulders like a small sort of capelet, he's startled out of his dilemma and looks up at it. That raven--? Was it... trying to save him? But he weighs too much --
Impact is imminent and there are no more options, so his expression twists in torn concern up at it, right before he throws himself down and flat against the back of the dragon, tucked between its wings and hugging himself to the creature. His sword shifting back into the shape of his arm and claw as he does so --
-- and his hood snapping up then, like a living thing moving to protect him and her. Scooping up the raven in a protective, if incredibly soft and pillow-like sort of armor the cloak makes and pressed against the side of his face. It's something that feels strangely gentle to the touch. Peaceful, like the luminous sort of feathers and material could touch straight though to the soul and soothe it.
There is a dull thoom as the dragon lands heavily on its side, shaking the both of them and the ground itself in a small earthquake-- even back to where Sansa's body is and the crowd around her. (One little girl -- she's stayed and is shaking her seemingly unconscious body and trying to get a response out of her, afraid she was hurt. "Miss? ...Miss?) But it is ground, not cobblestone or pavement, and the soft grass and dirt gives underneath it, ploughed up under the weight.
And on top, staggering upright slowly -- a somewhat dizzy-looking boy clad in white who slowly starts to pull his mask down and looks around finally. ]
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Namely right now as he's realizing he is in a bad spot but torn about what to do about it. Should he just jump off? Should he try to anchor both him and the dragon to the tower? Except no, his body would be torn limb from limb in the process... But he can't just leave--
When the raven cries out and digs her talons into the luminous soft downy feathers of his cowl, one so wide it falls back over his shoulders like a small sort of capelet, he's startled out of his dilemma and looks up at it. That raven--? Was it... trying to save him? But he weighs too much --
Impact is imminent and there are no more options, so his expression twists in torn concern up at it, right before he throws himself down and flat against the back of the dragon, tucked between its wings and hugging himself to the creature. His sword shifting back into the shape of his arm and claw as he does so --
-- and his hood snapping up then, like a living thing moving to protect him and her. Scooping up the raven in a protective, if incredibly soft and pillow-like sort of armor the cloak makes and pressed against the side of his face. It's something that feels strangely gentle to the touch. Peaceful, like the luminous sort of feathers and material could touch straight though to the soul and soothe it.
There is a dull thoom as the dragon lands heavily on its side, shaking the both of them and the ground itself in a small earthquake-- even back to where Sansa's body is and the crowd around her. (One little girl -- she's stayed and is shaking her seemingly unconscious body and trying to get a response out of her, afraid she was hurt. "Miss? ...Miss?) But it is ground, not cobblestone or pavement, and the soft grass and dirt gives underneath it, ploughed up under the weight.
And on top, staggering upright slowly -- a somewhat dizzy-looking boy clad in white who slowly starts to pull his mask down and looks around finally. ]