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 Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 3:42 pm
Chane stared at her wide eyed. Was it really that easy? He looked downwards off the crate. It wasn't that far, he could jump it if he really wanted too. He took a deep breath and started repeating her motions. Wings out, jump off, for a moment he was gliding. But then he realized the wind was pushing him toward the edge of the roof. How was he supposed to steer? His heart skipped a beat and he folded his wings in a panic, falling the rest of the way like stone. "Owwww... Ohhhh... Not a good idea..."
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Posted: Mon Apr 21, 2008 3:50 pm
Nodding as he imitated her, she watched him. When the wind started to blow him off course, she couldn't help but laugh. It was a simple thing, all he had to do was tilt his wings up opposite of the direction he wished to turn. He might even have been able to use his tail--maybe. She wasn't sure if the fact it looked really small would have an effect, she had never had to worry about it. Shaking her head, she crossed over to him and helped him up. "Try again. This time I'll turn so you can know how." Leaping back up onto the crate--with the aid of her wings again, of course--she jumped off once more, demonstrating how to steer.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 12:53 pm
Chane sat up to watch her glide from the crate again. She made it look so easy. He knew that regular birds used their tail to help steer, but her tail wasn't built for flying. Her feet then maybe? No, it didn't look like she was doing anything special with her feet. Then he looked at her wings. It was difficult to tell for sure from directly below but it seemed possible.
He stood and dusted himself off then walked over to where she'd landed. He felt silly asking but he didn't want to risk going over the edge. "To turn you just move your wing like this, right?" he said, gesturing with his own wings.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 1:07 pm
She looked up at him, tilting her head. "Hm. You learn fast, at least." Furling her wings, she nodded. "Tilt them in the direction opposite that you wish to turn. And yes. Don't go off the roof, I don't want to be responsible for you killing yourself." Crossing her arms, she turned her dark gray eyes to him, waiting.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 2:16 pm
Chane raised an eyebrow, he didn't think he'd mentioned his concern over falling off the roof out loud. He shrugged and turned back to the crate.
He had trouble getting the movements just right and once again bailed early. This time though, his landing was far more graceful and he managed to stay more or less on his feet. Despite the trouble he smiled, "I guess this won't be so hard after all."
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 2:20 pm
She was the Messenger, she was used to sensing things from others. Oftentimes people very very vague with their messages, and she had to relay them perfectly. Over the years, she had learned to read tones.
That and the kid had almost flown off the roof already.
"No," she replied, eyes locked on him. "Why is it that you want to learn how to fly anyway? Other than feeling useless as an Avian."
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 2:33 pm
Chane was embarrassed but he didn't blush, and his tone remained calm and light hearted, "Flight is a dream shared by all sentient land bound creatures. Even people who can't walk look up at the birds and imagine how wonderful it would be to fly. From ancient times people conjured up images of people with wings, and flying machines. No disrespect intended, Raven, but if you have to ask why someone wants to fly I can't help but feel that you're taking the ability for granted."
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 2:37 pm
She shrugged. "I know well the ideas of the Ancients," she murmured, looking up at him. "Do you wonder why someone wishes to walk, talk? Are you taking those ability for granted? It was merely a question. Everyone has their reasons for what they do. I was asking yours."
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 2:50 pm
"Honestly no. I've wondered why someone with the ability to walk or talk may choose not to. But never the reverse. Flight, however, is widely regarded as a perfect form of movement. Most people see it as the embodiment of freedom. But, maybe I misunderstand your question. Anyways, if you don't mind I'm going to go try again."
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 2:59 pm
"Exactly. Embodiment of freedom," she scoffed. "You have no more freedom with wings than you do with your own feet. I have less than most." Stepping back, she gestured towards the crate. "Be my guest.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 3:13 pm
"Ah, but for those who can't fly it's the dream that counts," he stepped off the crate.
This time it was easier. His uncertain wobbling still made it look like he'd drop out of the sky at any moment, but this time he managed to turn, and landed only a few feet in front of Raven.
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 4:01 pm
"I suppose." She said nothing more watching him as he flew. "Better. Not great, clearly. But better."
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 4:10 pm
He huffed and put a hand to his chest, "I think that's all I should do for today. Listen, thanks a lot for this. Would you be interested in dinner sometime as a thank you? My treat."
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 4:16 pm
Ravyn waved her hand dismissively. "I had to. You were a disgrace to our kind otherwise." She rolled her eyes and was about to turn away, but his invitation her by surprise. "Dinner with you?"
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Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 4:20 pm
"Uh," he wasn't sure what to say. "With me. Unless you'd prefer going with someone else I suppose."
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