01-31-2019, 11:14 PM
His smile is a small bashful thing when Kharon tells him he isn't bad, just new. And then he ducks his head in closer, and Baddie pays closer attention after the older boy looks around to make sure there's no one around to hear his next words. Ears perk up to catch the quiet revelation that he hadn't learned to fly til he was older than Baddie is now. Oh, so it really isn't so bad that he's not a great fly-er yet, that's a relief. Sandy brown eyes follow the other's face as he lifts back up and smiles at him. Baddie smiles too, especially as Kharon tells him next that he is brave for trying on his own, all out in the open. He grins up, and chest puffs out a bit, following suit as they get ready to try again.
He doesn't wait though. No sooner does Kharon ask if he's ready, Badden is already leaving him behind, wind in his face and stretching out his wings. Kharon laughs as he catches up, and Baddie joins in that laugh, feeling his heart leap with each stride. Kinda cool to have his big brother running alongside him. They run, and Kharon reaches over to tap his shoulder, grabbing his attention as he nudges his wing higher. He nods, accepting the correction and honing in.
He becomes more intune to his body, the rhythm of his hooves striking the sand, his breaths, the beat of his heart. He follows Kharon's demonstration of the arches of his wings, finding that rhythm with his own motions. Kharon says to push harder and faster when it feels right, so he tries. Sucking in a deep breath, he leaps into the air, giving his wings a good thrust downward and feeling the ground slip away. Another deep thrust, and he's higher. Harder, he beats his wings, trying to steady himself. Feeling rocky, he stops looking down, kicks his legs as though to run on air as he flaps faster. He keeps pumping, and releases that breath he doesn't realize he'd been holding, to ask for guidance. "Like this? Do you get that fuzzy feeling in your head when you get in the air?" A little disoriented, he feels himself falter a bit, thrusts to try to regain it, but still feels wobbly. This is usually where he falls, but he's never had help before.
He doesn't wait though. No sooner does Kharon ask if he's ready, Badden is already leaving him behind, wind in his face and stretching out his wings. Kharon laughs as he catches up, and Baddie joins in that laugh, feeling his heart leap with each stride. Kinda cool to have his big brother running alongside him. They run, and Kharon reaches over to tap his shoulder, grabbing his attention as he nudges his wing higher. He nods, accepting the correction and honing in.
He becomes more intune to his body, the rhythm of his hooves striking the sand, his breaths, the beat of his heart. He follows Kharon's demonstration of the arches of his wings, finding that rhythm with his own motions. Kharon says to push harder and faster when it feels right, so he tries. Sucking in a deep breath, he leaps into the air, giving his wings a good thrust downward and feeling the ground slip away. Another deep thrust, and he's higher. Harder, he beats his wings, trying to steady himself. Feeling rocky, he stops looking down, kicks his legs as though to run on air as he flaps faster. He keeps pumping, and releases that breath he doesn't realize he'd been holding, to ask for guidance. "Like this? Do you get that fuzzy feeling in your head when you get in the air?" A little disoriented, he feels himself falter a bit, thrusts to try to regain it, but still feels wobbly. This is usually where he falls, but he's never had help before.