He looked to the clouds, whistling, just as a blue orb of water emerged behind his person. “We should take off out of here, my mana is on standby, but we might have to ride slow for me to hold it together,” Erebus said, referring to the fact that holding up a prison for such a powerful entity would eventually wear down his energy.
He brought his fingers to lips and whistled, scanning the dark forest around him. Nothing. He whistled again, and it the distance over the clouds, blue light could be seen, like a UFO of sorts. However, as it grew closer, one could see the form of a Pegasus. Magically attuned to a place of darkness and hellfire, it glowed with cold fire.
This was Benny, a creature Erebus met along a quest and saved from near death by mending its wounds. He didn’t ask for it’s companionship. But Dhuilins’ were famed for choosing their riders, and Erebus never seemed to care if it watched over him.
The rogue was curious about Odin’s means of transport, assuming he might have a steed himself or some other creature.