Fic, Glamour Lust, flashback, working weekend part 3 (finished)

Flying was always satisfying, even now when he was growing steadily more worried about what Davy might have got himself into. Mark propelled himself forwards, moving as quickly as he could and was aware of Sir Elian struggling to keep up behind him. He knew he was heading in the right direction when he felt his magic cut out, suddenly and completely. Somewhat used to this, he kept on by sheer muscle power and smiled as he felt Elian tumble to the groaned behind him. As much as he'd love to stay and smirk, he couldn't afford to wait.
( He flew above... )