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Flint clipped two short lines from locks saddle to his own belt, which had steel rings on each side. He was prepared for storms, being a traveller. And lock was adept to flying in harsh, stormy weather, being a Night Fury. But this. This was beyond anything they had ever seen. He now moved lock closer to Lea so he could pass her the tube that contained the elf owl and called over the ever increasing gusts of wind.saw a cave in the next Island that way!" he gestured towards the general direction of the island. "it looked stable! I'll try meet you there! Keep her safe!" he said, and steered lock away. The storm now blotted out the sun over the island, and wind kicked up debris that became larger things by the minute. Flint and lock took off. Flint had to hold on tight as the wind picked up even more, since he had been sheltered from the harsher gusts by the trees. They flew up, and visibility swiftly hot zero as the rain arrived. Instantly soaked to the bone, they kept going up. Lock then took a dive without flint ordering him to. He let out the spine chilling scream that was once the sound of death to many. Flint clung to the handles of the saddle. He couldn't see anything. The rain felt like nails on his face. Lock was apparently guiding himself and his rider directly into the storm. He dodged the twisters, keep enough distance that he could use the winds to slingshot the pair deeper into the storm.