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Lavender eyes scanned the various plants around him. Roses, violets, daffodils, lilies, carnations, and many others were in bloom. Spring had struck, and it had struck hard. Birds flew above his head, twittering happily. Naomhan sighed, stretching out his wings as he did. His thoughts traveled past his surroundings, past everyone and everything, until they settled on one person; his mother. It had been forever since he'd seen her, which saddened him quite a bit.

After a moment, he huffed, standing up and shaking his vibrant fur. He couldn't afford to think of things such as that. Shaking his head, he leapt into the air, staying suspended by his wings. He flew up and towards the east, heading to his favorite tree. Hopefully there he'd be able to get his mind off of such sad matters... somehow or another.

Naom had no sooner landed than something hit his precious tree. He huffed slightly, jumping down from his branch to land softly before a rather... eccentrically colored kitsu. He tilted his head for a moment, studying the newcomer. It seemed he or she had pollen clinging to his or her fur. That meant he or she had either trampled some vibrant flowers somewhere or that he or she had accidentally stepped on them. He voted for the second option, since he seemed more inclined to give others the benefit of doubt.

"You're not one for being careful, now are you?" He asked, circling the bright kitsu who dared to harm his oak. Honestly, the nerve of some people.

It took him a moment to fight back a laugh or two, but Naom won the battle. Could she [he figured it was a 'she' from the pitch of her voice] really be serious? Did she really see those birds from the cartoons? Hopefully she was just pulling his leg.

"Ah, uhm... no, I'm not," he said, giving her a curious look. He turned to look at the tree, inspecting it carefully. "No, I don't think you hurt the tree too bad. And you most certainly didn't hurt me," he smiled softly, showing that he meant no harm. "But, I must ask, are you all right?"

Naom tilted his head, blinking at her a few times. "My name is Naomhan, you may call me Naom, though," he said fluttering his wings for a moment before folding them to his back again. How interesting this female was turning out to be. With a slight chuckle, he smiled over at her, "Tell me, Ning, from where do you hail?"

Again, Naomhan did his best to bite back a laugh. He considered it rude to laugh at another, especially a lady. Instead, he bowed his head, sweeping a paw up to place it over his chest as he bowed. "I do not know where I'm originally from, much to my dismay," he said, flicking his tails behind him as if he were restless. His ears flicked as well, adding to the image of restlessness. He needed to walk, to run, or to fly.. In a strike of curiosity, he looked at Ning, "Have you ever flown before, Lady Ning?"

Naomhan tilted his head slightly, amused by how odd her fur looked as it flooffed out. "I hardly think that would be all too fair, what with my being able to fly and all," he murmured, half to himself. After a moment he shrugged, if it would please her, then he'd do it. That was just what he believed. Make others happy before you, yourself can be happy.

"Looks like I have no choice," Naomhan said, smiling. He dug his claws into the dirt, testing the ground. He wouldn't fly. The conditions of her winning intrigued him, especially since she said she'd never been flying before. He wouldn't put his all into this, he wanted to take her flying with him. He blinked at that realization, but kept smiling nonetheless, and lowered himself closer to the ground. His hind end wagged slightly as he waited for her to say 'go'.

As soon as she'd shouted, Naom had ran. The entire time, he'd stayed exactly one step behind her. His muscles lurched with every step he took with the sheer effort of keeping himself from running full pace. He didn't care; either way he'd have the wind in his fur and feathers, whistling a seductive song in his ears. Once he saw Ning trip, he leapt into the air, spreading his wings to stay airborne. His lavender orbs traveled down to her. "Are you all right?" He asked, thankful that he'd jumped, otherwise they'd be in a very compromising position down there.