Flying Lessons

Wynter grinned as Wylan agreed with her choice for his flying branch and settled on the spot she had perched on to watch him. She didn't have the claws that he had to move around so assuredly on the branches–and she didn't have wings to catch herself if she did fall–so she thought it was a better idea for her to hang back a bit while he did his flying lesson. She still had a great vantage point through as she watched him move up to the thick branch and she watched curiously as he got into position. She did wonder again if he had done this before or if he really knew what he was doing. She liked to spy on her siblings, but she certainly wasn't watching them all the time so it wasn't like she knew everything they did every moment of the day. Surely this wasn't his first time trying this, right?

What made her wonder about the validity of that fact even more though was how he looked back at her and confirmed that he should go on the count of three. If he had been really confident and sure of what he was doing he wouldn't need a count down or the be reassured that he was doing it right. Her first reaction was to encourage him regardless of what it was so she nearly agreed with him, but a little nagging feeling made her hesitate. "Yeah, uh... You've done this before, right?" she called up to him, hoping that he'd say yeah and that he'd take the leap to glide back down to the bottom, but she'd feel better if he confirmed that fact for her first.

"Wynter Fatalis"