He couldn't imagine how fast that must be... But then again, it was aether, and dragons made children in a manner very close to Creation.

"There's an entire world. Why don't we just explore," Hades said, knowing exactly where he did and didn't want to take him. Yeesh, he'd really fucked the whole place up, hadn't he? They'd have to avoid Garlemald... The southern continenets, Eorzea for sure...

The Steppe. He would love the Steppe.

"From here... We can just fly North-Northeast. The weather is still warm, dragons are well received, and the aether is bountiful," Hades said, slowly standing himself. He took on his dragon form that he'd been tweaking for the last week in that familiar spouting of fog and aether, like a bubbling over pot. He stretched his wings and padded slowly around Prometheus.

"What do you say?"