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Zar had been trained for a long time to be a morning creature and still when stressed tended to lapse into insomnia. He was very very stressed at present and had been for most of the time at the cottage he'd mentally dubbed "the cage". Getting out should have been better, it wasn't. Out in the carriage he had time to worry once again about what perils awaited him at the hands of his parents.

He still put a wing around the other demon and curled his warm soft tail across his lap. He hadn't missed the significance of the day, but had assumed it was nothing but coincidence, projecting his own intellectual laziness onto Barth.

He raised a brow at the dunes and at the ocean off in the distance. Curiosity knotted up with an excitement he barely allowed to bloom in him. He didn't want to be excited, it was pathetic. But it was beautiful in a way that books and endless paperwork had never been, incidental and changing. And it didn't make sense for Barth to be here, grand places were too much distance.

"Is this right?" he asked and curiosity bloomed through the link.

Zar to his own deep embarrassment was a demon who watched sunrises and it took some degree of effort to tear his eyes away from the horizon and to re-ground himself with more decorum, still trying to push down the childish curiosity and excitement that rebelled in him.

The name did sound ominous to say the least and he gave the other demon a fleeting raised brow, tensing almost imperceptibly before relaxing once again as Barth reclined into his lap, helpfully splaying his wing to obligingly shade him, the light illuminating a lightning storm of intricate veins in the membranes.

"It is fairly ominous." he said, and found himself against his own will thinking about that vision, the tiny stunted excuse for a creature that was all he'd become in that other world simply fading away into nothing without even the imagination to choose a place like this.

He was not normally one for idle affection, it was a weakness in itself, but if he was honest he felt weak these last few days and indulgence was not the worst he could do. He gently and subtly ran his hand along the swooping sinuous curves of the other demon's horns.

"Do I get to ask why?" he said.

Zar was unhurried and patient, waiting on every word with a comfortable sort of ease, seeming to realign himself with some looser easier pace. Even subtle functions like the pace of his breath, the blinking of his eyes and his twin hearts slowed subtly. The sensation was always liberating, a natural function but one which blossomed an easy satisfaction in him.

"You did." he agreed. "It was an agreed perk, one that I expected you to forget." Except he seemed to forget things more often than Barth did, in fact Barth seemed to have a very good memory. Speed was not an indicator of efficiency.

He slithered his tail a little more firmly around the other demon and holding him close, carried him in his arms in a way that was getting rather familiar at this point. Walking did not bother him and he stepped out of the carriage with only the most subtle regret to be leaving the shelter from the breeze. It forced him to fold his wings more firmly lest they be blown off balance.

"Did you have a direction in mind?" he asked, "Or will any dune suffice?"

Zar picked up the blanket and tucked it in his ever useful tail next to Barth. His hooves were not particularly suited for sand, a lot of his effort in walking simply slipping away into the dunes. He leaned forward into the breeze as he went, struggling to keep his wind resistance down and to keep going. He might have been irritable if the sky wasn't so distracting, as it was all he was was determined.

He made his way to the nearest dune to them, scaling it with the kind of determination that goats display when scaling anything.

"Better than a cliff for what?" he asked uncertainly before giving the other demon a puzzled look. "We don't have any kites either."

His lacking imagination did not tie easily to ambition.

"But it is beautiful." And it was, the brisk air making him want to just lean into it, the way it swept around his horns somehow satisfying. "Why would you want to come out here though?"

Zar found himself self consciously pulling his wings tighter at even the thought of using them.

"But... I'd just fall. I'll look like a fool." Barth got pulled a little closer as if he was a living security blanket. And the link said, even if he did not state it out loud that there was no one else he was more anxious about seeing his weaknesses, even after everything.

Freeing one hand, he took the blanket and flipped it out onto the sand before putting Barth down on it.

Pride was something had been all but bred into the Incubus, held in highest esteem in his family and at home. He was a terrible demon and was convinced that if he didn't have his pride he did not have anything at all to hide behind. But Barth's comment steeled him, despite himself, even if it was hollow reassurance - which it might have been - he wanted to believe it.

"You can if you want. It does not actually matter." he said, stepping carefully over to where the sand heaped up in a precipice of sorts. He looked dubious, it was a long way down even if it was cushioned with sand.

Rubbing his temples he carefully unfurled his wings, the long razor topped fingers uncurling from where he'd had them clenched like knuckles out of of the way. Immediately his membranes caught the breeze like a sail, forcing him to stagger backwards before almost on reflex he leaned forwards instead and found himself curling his wings in a way that meant it wouldn't be so uncomfortable, almost like blinking on a reflex.

He was startled as the movement of the air had him standing on the very tip of his hooves, lifting him off his feet. Panicking at the sensation he closed his eyes and jumped and found himself flapping his wings on sheer instinct. He did not land on the sand immediately below the overhang but instead went much further than he'd expected, crashing to the sand only when he started over thinking how it felt.

Picking himself up, he looked back at where the other demon was, a long way off if he had to walk around the dunes. He set his jaw, heartened and giddy at the relative success of his initial leap and rather than walk around, he took a run up and a jump, this time snapping his wings out at the last minute and flapping crazily, at first bobbing erratically before climbing up and up, undignified and desperate but nevertheless not falling.

When he found himself above Barth, he did not actually know how to land and so just folded his wings again and dropped like a stone, landing with a sandy thump next to the other demon and just laying there for a few moments, not sure what had even just happened and if it could ever by any stretch of the imagination be considered flight.