"Yeah," he says, bright-eyed, and unslings the backpack from his shoulder to open it and start rummaging through. "Remember I said I might try asking for some kind of flying magic?"
What he has, apparently, is a length of some dark cloth, which he flourishes to shake out. No, two lengths, rolled together; as they unfold, it becomes a little clearer that they're a pair of cloaks. Closer examination will reveal some very complex runes stitched into the neck of each, in a faintly glossy thread of almost exactly the same color as the fabric.
Edgar holds one of the cloaks out to Lioriley, while tossing one over his shoulder with the other hand. "I wanted something I could share with somebody else," he says, "so they gave me two, if you want to borrow this one ...?"
Lioriley's head tilted, dark eyes scanning up and down the length of the offered cloak. For a moment she seemed fixated on the runes sewn into the fabric, trying to decipher them even before he moved to hand it to her.
"Oh, I would not want to take it from you for long." She said, reaching out to grasp the cloak as gingerly as possible. "But I would be happy to join you for a bit, if you care to show me how it works."
"You have to wear it for a few minutes first," he says, and demonstrates by swinging his own around his shoulders, "and it sort of gets to know you? And then you tell it what word you want to use to make it work, and then whenever you say that word --"
He spreads the cloak wide with both hands, grinning. "It turns into wings. For like an hour. And then after that it needs to rest for about a day before you can do it again."
"No, I did a little bit, just to make sure it worked. But it was talking with you that gave me the idea, when you said how great it would be to be able to fly? So I wanted to share it with you right off."
She smiled, her cheeks slightly flushed. It was flattering to know that she had been the one to inspire the request in him, and surprising to find the form it had taken.
"I appreciate you thinking of me. How long do we wait for it to settle?"
"Ah, I see." She nodded, shrugging a shoulder as if to say she didn't particularly mind waiting however long it took for the cloak to attune itself. "Shall we find somewhere suitable to...fly, I suppose?" Should they start out high? Was that dangerous?
"Maybe, yeah ... how do the birds do it? Or those little dragons? Do they find a good spot, or just take off wherever they are?"
The idea of leaping off the castle wall with wings on did occur to him, but for once he decided not to take the unnecessary risk for the sake of excitement.
"Well, when they are first starting I believe they just...leap and hope they are ready." She said with a soft chuckle. "I do not suggest we go too high, on the off chance something unpleasant happens, but high enough to start."
"Leap and hope," he says, a touch rueful. "Yeah, I like that. Maybe just a little ways up that hill there? So it won't be too far to fall if anything goes wrong."
She nodded, following his lead, dark eyes cast up the hill they were headed toward. "I know plenty that would object to leaping off hills, and plenty more that would be eager to do the same with cloaks like these."
"How's it feeling? Think it's ready yet?" He doesn't want to be impatient, but he can't keep the note of eagerness out of his voice entirely; he's been looking forward to this for a while now.
"Hm...I suppose the obvious one would be...fly" obvious and most boring, probably, but she says wit with enough inflection that hopefully the cloak will respond?
Immediately, the cloak around her shivers, shimmers, spreads wide -- and there are wings emerging from her back now, of whatever color and style she has been imagining.
Edgar beams in delight, and mutters his own obvious activation word -- wings! -- and his own cloak does the same shimmer and spread, unfolding into broad sweeps of gold and bronze and copper feathers.
"Oh!" She gasped, the wings protruding from her back a color likely unexpected from the Lunari. Instead of a predictable blue or purple, there is a fiery red, a deep black, and shimmers of gold in the wings now protruding from her back. "Incredible!" she had expected it to just be magic, that they'd be able to fly with the cloaks on without all the extravagance. And yet here they were.
"Isn't it?" He's all the more delighted by her delight; this, he decides, has definitely been one of the best ideas he's ever had.
"Let's try em out?" And he takes a few running strides further up the hill, first lifting his wings high and then driving them down in one powerful sweep, two, three. It's enough to lift him off his feet and into the air.
There was an instinctive drop in her stomach as she watched him, fearing the wings might not work and he would fall and hurt himself. But that fear was assuaged easily enough a few seconds later.
She nearly forgot she could do the same, and after a moment of situating herself, the wings started to flap slowly, and she watched as she too lifted up off the ground and started to fly. "The Fae did not disappoint with this."
Edgar tries for a little swoop, and another; the cloak imparts a basic understanding of how to use the wings, but he's still learning what you can do with flight.
"It's the best thing," he says, still beaming at her. "And it's down to you that I thought of asking for it."
Lioriley watched him, nearly forgetting to focus on flapping her wings as she did so. "Well, I merely made the suggestion - but I am glad you are enjoying it so. It seems almost second nature to you."
"Yeah?" He glances at her, a little uncertainly, wings still beating. "I thought it was just the cape that did that. Like it already knows what to do."
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Edgar holds one of the cloaks out to Lioriley, while tossing one over his shoulder with the other hand. "I wanted something I could share with somebody else," he says, "so they gave me two, if you want to borrow this one ...?"
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"Oh, I would not want to take it from you for long." She said, reaching out to grasp the cloak as gingerly as possible. "But I would be happy to join you for a bit, if you care to show me how it works."
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He spreads the cloak wide with both hands, grinning. "It turns into wings. For like an hour. And then after that it needs to rest for about a day before you can do it again."
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"I appreciate you thinking of me. How long do we wait for it to settle?"
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(The word attune was in the explanation Edgar got along with the cloaks, but he didn't recognize it and has already forgotten it.)
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The idea of leaping off the castle wall with wings on did occur to him, but for once he decided not to take the unnecessary risk for the sake of excitement.
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His own activation word is one he's a little self-conscious about in retrospect, but oh well.
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Edgar beams in delight, and mutters his own obvious activation word -- wings! -- and his own cloak does the same shimmer and spread, unfolding into broad sweeps of gold and bronze and copper feathers.
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"Let's try em out?" And he takes a few running strides further up the hill, first lifting his wings high and then driving them down in one powerful sweep, two, three. It's enough to lift him off his feet and into the air.
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She nearly forgot she could do the same, and after a moment of situating herself, the wings started to flap slowly, and she watched as she too lifted up off the ground and started to fly. "The Fae did not disappoint with this."
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"It's the best thing," he says, still beaming at her. "And it's down to you that I thought of asking for it."
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