Chapter 276 - First steps

The wind cut unevenly against the small, dark wings that fluttered in the air, creating a rhythm completely out of sync with anything that could be considered graceful, much less efficient. Damon, or rather—the diminutive, winged, and clearly irritated version of Damon—made an almost offensive effort to maintain a minimally stable flight path as he followed the noble couple below, who walked through the streets of Arven without the slightest idea that they were being followed by something that looked more like a mistake of nature than an elegant creature of the night. Each adjustment of direction was late, each wingbeat seemed too exaggerated or insufficient, and the result was a crooked trajectory, full of small oscillations that would make any more experienced vampire deeply question their life choices.