[Erenthril Mael'tharias]

Not too far from Kour’el’s position, a league or so to the southeast, a streak of fiery bright light was making its way across the horizon at a disjointed angle, a slight curve dictating the change in direction.

Erenthril Mael’tharias had been awake for…well, a few candlemarks now, and had gone about his business in the province as per the norm. Having half-heartedly dressed and groomed himself to be presentable, the Syl’rosyian Elflord was sporting a black wool cloak with an interior silk lacing, a water-repellant oil texture covering the outside. Beneath was a white linen shirt, loose fitting of course, but laced up the chest regardless and covering the blue sigil emblazoned upon his left breast. Slightly below was a dark burgundy belt that bound black pants and a complimentary set of dark matching boots, silver buckles glimmering faintly in the sun’s radiant light. Not that they could exactly glimmer in the bright surrounding nexus of energy he had enveloped himself in.

Eren tended to do things differently than other people. For instance, he was airborne. That was quite readily apparent. What was also obvious was the fact he was an Elf and…well, most Elves don’t fly. Save for the odd bunch who managed to reach the Empire from Trelore. But even then, the Elementalist evidentially did not have wings; he wasn’t looking for the thermal pockets or breezes that Kour’s senses were groping for blindly in the invisible spectrum of a maze of air current. No…Eren made his own.

Travelling quite fast and covering quite a bit of ground, the Elementalist was engulfed in a fiery stream of energy that rocketed him forwards, propulsion giving way to momentum as he tore through the air causing his own breeze high above the normal flying patterns of most animals. Content with his Masterpiece, Eren was making good progress through the air, the spell perfected for the optimum amount of speed versus control. It was a delicate little thing.

And yet all the while, without the slightest heed in the world, Eren’s thoughts consisted of only one thing:

It was a glorious brightening to be out and about.