"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."
"You do not give yourself enough credit, Edgar." She said, righting herself after dropping a few inches, letting the wings keep her upright. "You seem very confident, one cannot attest that only to the cape."
She laughed and then looked around, flapping her wings carefully to raise herself up a little higher. "The castle seems a large target for a first flight, and I doubt anyone is at the observatory. How does that sound?"
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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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"Now that we've got these things working, where d'you want to fly?"
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