RP:A Lot Like Flying

Lush Forest, Southern Sage

“Xzavior helps Leifa learn to fly.”

Xzavior was finished with Orikahn and decided to head out for a bit with Leifa, feeling a bit bored and wanted Leifa to burn off some energy before being stuck in the cabin again. He had made a snowstorm in the area but nothing big or anything. Just enough to put snow on the ground to let her run around in. He was tossing snowballs at Leifa and she was doing her best to dodge them and try to tackle the naga yelping in protest every time he landed a hit. "Well! Ya gotta be quicker then that if ya wanna catch me!" He stuck his tongue out at her and lobbed another snowball at her.

Sabrina happened across the pair, alone, and in perfect silence. She kneels down, bundling a rather large snowball- well large enough for such a petite grip. She lobs the white fluff at the back of Xzavior’s head. She waits, crouching behind a frosted bush, hidden from view. Being a person of the forest she is smart enough to stay downwind, and her grace left her movements undetected. Her bow is pulled from her form, silent as the grave. She draws on the chord directing a bluish silvery rod at the very tip of Xzavior’s tail. Its purpose, to encase that point in ice- likely nothing he can’t manage given his skillset. With not more than a squint the icy arrow is loosed.

Xzavior wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings but when he got pelted in the back of the head with a snowball he whipped around to see who had done it and when he did Leifa took that opening to run up and tackle him from behind causing him to fall forwards and hit the snow. With a huff he looked up and pointed to the bush after the arrow was shot and snow that collected on the trees clumped together and fell on Sabrina. "Cheaters the lot of ya!" He shook off Leifa who started chirping and dancing about happily for catching him off guard and bringing him down. He shook off the ice and looked over at where Sabrina was hiding after flicking a wave of snow at Leifa as well.

Sabrina smiles as Leifa takes her opportunity, then screams aloud when the fluffy downfall crashed down on her, some of it sinking into the collar of her neck. It was enough to make the elfess fall forward but she painlessly manages to regain her crouching stance and shoot off another arrow- this one white with a fierce wind current that catches Leifa’s wings just right. “Catch it” She says to her, the common nearly indecipherable. Thankfully it was only those two words.

Xzavior looked back when she fired the arrow and braced himself for the wind that followed. He turned to Leifa as Sabs told her that and hoped for the best. Leifa on the other hand didn't even hesitate to open her wings and jump up into the wind to let it carry her skyward, she gave an excited collection of sounds, she was flying! Well, gliding, but she was still in the air! She tried to flap her wings a few time but it wasn't synced the first few times so she fell a few feet before correcting herself. Xzavior nearly had a heart attack when that happened and was now keeping right under her so he could catch her if she should fall like that again.

Sabrina rises, dusting the snow off her form as she keeps her eyes high on Leifa. She stands next to Xzavior, her elvish tones meant to calm him. “You worry too much for her, Love. She has to learn eventually.” With those words of encouragement, she draws on the bow once more, aiming just under Leifa’s form. This arrow was not as bright as the last, meaning it was far less concentrated. It would give Leifa a good platform to glide on, spanning the small clearing beneath the canopy of the Lush Forest. The Wyvern was not the first of her kind Sabrina helped to teach and given her nature it would not be the last.

Xzavior sighed watching Leifa glide around as she was, "I know, I know. I can't help it though. I've had her since she was basically out of the egg. Granted I wasn't there to witness it, but I was there early enough for her." Like a normal worried parent. Leifa was having the time of her life right now just gliding around as she was, and with the help of the second arrow, which she thanks Ithil for in her own way. After a few more moments of just gliding she readied herself to make a second attempt at flight by herself and put her wings to work! This time remembering the synchronization. She was moving a lot slower then when she was just gliding, and a bit of her being afloat like that was still help from the wind, but she was still flying! Xzavior watched her with a small smile and relaxed a bit.

Sabrina would wait a moment longer before handing the bow to Xzavior. No arrows ever accompanied the bow, if he wanted to wield it he needed to harness an element to do so. It was a Druid’s bow, but still she had her suspicions. He was a Naga like no other, and where he had excelled at their downfalls she was certain he would succeed here. She pushes it in his hands. “Hurry, or she’ll fall.”

Xzavior tensed right up again when Sabrina handed him the bow. Him? He didn't know how to use this thing, and he's certainly had never used a bow before! Well, he does use projectiles in fights every so often, but that was usually aimed at larger targets and a lot closer too. He didn't hesitate though, he concentrated on the only other thing he used for his attacks or anything of the sort. The cold winds he used on occasion. Quickly drawing back like he had seen Sabs do many times and let off his shot fairly below Leifa, still not trusting he wouldn't accidentally hit her.

Sabrina laughs at him. Taking the bow she points out the obvious. He was using a skill he already had, he needed to draw on the nature surrounding him. This time she draws slowly “Like this.” Her fingers cross over to the front of the spider-silk chord. A ribbon of white lengthens beyond it. The double swirl extends to the shape of a rod, and the point curved as if cold wind pressed to the bottom of a glass. She draws back, the further she pulled the more solidified the arrow became. The concentration is again released under the wings of the wyvern, half lit it spreads the radius of the clearing beneath the canopy. She offers the bow again, this time asking him to feel it. Leifa would be fine for some time, the cast of the wind bouncing its current between the trees. If an icy blast is what Xzavior chose to summon it would eventually come. Likely not today, but much like the smallish Wyvern was learning in steps so would the Naga if he held interest in understanding the world around him like the Druid that shared his heart.

Xzavior took the bow again this time a lot less stressed out about it. "Little more warning next time. Trial by fire isn't a fun way to learn." He was more worried that something would have happened to Leifa more as angry at Sabrina. He looked over the bow and gave the cord a few test pulls before looking over at Sabrina, "Thanks though." He meant that for both letting him do it and helping Leifa learn to fly.

Sabrina was not notable for putting any living thing in harm’s way but she could see it bothered him. She nods, a little more warning was fair enough, though she would take the bow from him when he was done and sling it back over her form. It was worth a try anyways. His thanks went unanswered as it was likely a formality meant to keep her from feeling stupid about the attempt, which she did. The winds above them began to come to a slow halt, lowering the Wyvern at an easy decent though a pitch in her wings could ground her whenever she pleased. Just like her presence in his cabin with his comrade she felt herself becoming more and more of a nuisance to him. Still, she smiles up at him. “I’ll be heading out to start my rounds again today” It would help to explain her absence if any in days to come. She gives a moments pause before eyeing her continued path beyond these parts before taking her first few steps in that direction. She is still smiling with minty reflections as she heads out, giving Leifa some praise at her departure.

Xzavior was about to lean down and congratulate her himself but when Sabrina said she'd be heading out he stopped and moved over to her, knowing that what he said was pretty counter effective. placing his hand against her face gently, "Love, I mean it. You were sharing something with me that you invested your life in. I want to be a part of that too." He kissed her softly but Leifa wasn't so appreciative to being left out like that so she wormed her way between them and looked up before warbling a few times to get their attention, "Ag-" A part of a word that ended gurgly, and not common.

Sabrina was having a hard time reading him, his kiss was always accepted but he would not feel what she felt this time; it was too public to let down her guard here. The Elfess didn’t expect him to change for someone like her, it was an odd feeling that she may be pressuring him into being something he was not. “You have a lot on your plate already, there is time.” She reassured him her belief in his words before petting Leifa without looking at her. “Still, if you need anything. Send a Raven.” She meant for him to call on her should he need any supplies, funds, direction, or even the occasional query if he found himself stuck. Her eyes were still frosted mint, but this was a relatively public walk so it gave good reason his colors weren’t shared. Leifas word was not understood, the only thing coming to mind being a phrase reserved for Vampires and that simply didn’t make sense. Still, it didn’t matter, the fact she was trying to talk at all was absolutely adorable which brought a wide smile to Sabrina’s face. She would pat her lovingly again, this time turning to leave.