It's a good thing Stocke decided to set Rosch down when he did, because the prospect of flying over rooftops threatened to throw the huge soldier's brain on a repeating loop of displeased cat noises.

The moment his toes touched solid ground, Rosch slumped forward, hand and Gauntlet awkwardly pressed to his knees, and drew a shuddering breath. Oh, praise Noah! He really dodged a bullet there!

Raising his head just in time to catch Stocke floating gracefully in front of him, Rosch glowered. "You gotta warn me when you're gonna pull crap like that, okay!?" He straightened, regaining some of his composure. "I've seen you pull some pretty weird stunts in the past, but this is totally different!"

Turning invisible? Fine. Floating around like some specter? Not fine. There were limits to even what Rosch could accept in the span of a day. He heaved a sigh. At this rate, he was going to start going grey prematurely... "You know, I think I'd rather keep both feet firmly planted on the ground at all times, even if it does mean we'll be traveling a lot slower than you'd like."

He spared the natives a slightly annoyed look before trailing after Stocke. It was a little weird, truth be told, seeing his friend floating through the air as though he had been born for it, but he put the thought from his mind. The more alien Stocke's behavior, the more Rosch was determined not to let it bother him. This was his friend, his best friend, after all, and Rosch was willing to put up with whatever amount of weirdness Stocke decided to throw his way.

They traveled in silence for the most part, Rosch having always been comfortable in Stocke's quiet presence. They'd been friends for so long that he could enjoy the companionable silence, even if his mind was still filled with questions.

But as they approached a rather creepy looking forest, Rosch asked, "So, where exactly are we going, anyway? I don't think you actually said other than it's the next town over."