[Ah; that makes things clearer. Kratos sends over acknowledgement and tips his wings just enough to orient them properly, and they continue their descent. Unspoken, Kratos broadcasts his present sense of the planet; of the bloom of light-mana to the east, and the low electrical hum of the magnetic pole directed into the earth to the north.

[His next mental communication has an actual word on it, the first so far. Earth.

[The present-sense broadcast fades, to be replaced by one of a memory: that of the sun-bloom again to the east, but overlaid on a magnetic pole in a combination which feels like a fountain sending lightning and light washing across the whole of the horizon. Aselia.]