"How do you think we might—"
"My prince!" Miggs interrupted Eodor rather sharply, "Can't talk… and fly… at once," she insisted, trying to keep the flapping of her gargoyle-like wings steady as she spoke, trying to keep them at a level height as she did so. Miggs made the mistake of looking down at that time, to the long and empty gray space going deep below. The seemingly bottomless abyss seemed almost inviting to a creature of her dark designs, and a part of her slowly waking up knew that spirits of dead men would go to that Underworld.
Quickly she jerked her head upwards back to cliff that passed through the clouds up above, doing her best not to focus on the prince's apology so that she could focus on flying. Miggs was carrying Eodor in her arms, hoping and praying to the Devine Spirit that no one looked out a window or watched the sky in the direction they had been going. They had been lucky so far, but that could change. The most difficult part of the climb had turned out to be the lack of up-drafts, not getting caught. Her wings were designed more for gliding than for flying, so that had made the trip far more difficult than it might have been for, say, a Dragon. Add to it the additional weight of the petite little red-headed woman in her arms, and it was taking all Miggs' efforts to focus on steady, strong thrusts with her wings.
Minutes added up… a half an hour, and hour, and soon nearly two. The two had hit a powerful gust of upward air after nearly being pulled down by a strong downward current. It had propelled them almost up beyond the gray clouds above, and they fluttered and flew blind for a time. Miggs thought she would go mad, and was certain that Eodor would begin voicing her own concern and distract her once more. It did, however, not come to that. Perhaps Eodor understood that one missed thrust of Miggs' wings would undo so much effort, she remained quite.
When their heads reached up over the clouds, Miggs did her best not to become discouraged by the distance still to be made to the cliff above, keeping her hiss of dissatisfaction to herself. No wonder mostly the seductive succubus of the Inti reach the lands of Earth, she reasoned to herself, careful to continue focusing on the task at hand. Without the bigger, stronger wings, this trip is nearly a death sentence.
By the time that Miggs hoofed feet dropped softly onto the rocky surface of the cliffside opposite the one she had fallen down off of earlier, it had been over four hours of flight. Eodor had been held firmly against her breasts as she traveled, and had dozed off to sleep once or twice when her body had been too weak to stay away even through the jerking motion of Migg's wings. Slowly she knelt down and dropped Eodor onto her own two feet and looked around.
It was a quick look, though, as the placement of Eodor's small weight just to Miggs' side shook the cliffside. Without thinking about it, Miggs launched forward, grabbing Eodor by the shoulders with her clawed nails and lifting her into the air for a brief moment as the stone-face of the cliffside gave way behind them. Their glide ended quickly, inland, away from the now missing cliff as the two tumbled over the ground for a moment.
Miggs ended up on her back with Eodor sitting on her belly, looking back to where they had come from. Her look down at Miggs showed an embarrassment of having been admiring Miggs breasts just a moment before she stood up and got off of her, holding out a hand to help her up. Miggs didn't notice, though… both because she wasn't use to people looking at her breasts and that she found no sexual desire towards Eodor. After all, they were both female.
"Thank you—"
"I've hurt you," Miggs interrupted the prince again, looking stains of blood seeping through the ripped cloth across the shoulders of Eodor's dress. "Dear prince, forgive me," she said, kneeling down onto one hoof in front of the smaller maiden. "After such a trip, I did not wish to see you plummet to your death. Still, I apologize for harming you."
"Think nothing of it my friend and loyal messenger," Eodor said, patting Miggs on one shoulder. "You have done far more for me than anyone else would. Your life, your body, and indeed your very soul on the line and yet you continue to think only of my safety," she said looking around the rocky landscape of the World of Chaos. "Stand up, stand up… we must make haste out of this place… before you are a dune bug and I am a mule," she smirked, looking around at the tarnished and somewhat nonsensical landscape.
Miggs eyes scanned the landscape around the two women quickly. There were those strange musics again, like the songs of whales… the voices of giant creatures just out of view beyond the horizon. Purple, blue, green, orange, and red colored rocks made up much of the surrounding area, with trees that grew up and slanted to one side, glowing of bright red leaves and dripping with yellow sap. What could scarcely be called a path laid out before them, traveling like a snake through the landscape ahead. Miggs knew that it was that direction that would be the most likely to lead them back to Earth, one way or another. Even in this crazy place, roads still lead you somewhere.
"I recommend we go this way," Miggs said, motioning towards the path. "It is a footpath and is the most reasonable way out of here," she said, and Eodor nodded to her. "Normally I would lead the way, my prince. But I fear that we are more likely to be attacked from behind than from ahead. Please, if you would, go ahead, and I will watch your back," Miggs said with a tone of urgency.
Eodor turned to face the path and set off on foot, tired.