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Post by Twilight-Claw on Feb 11, 2024 3:11:51 GMT -6
His perfect streak is broken, and he mourns it, but if he pretends that didn’t happen, maybe after today he is done with all of this. “Trii!” He gives a fake trill of triumph, hoping she doesn’t notice she did hit his leg. Looking directly at the light, he takes everything in. Noticing his caretaker moving with the outline of her, he tenses up, ready to go up, down left, right, back or forwards while feeling slightly surprised that the sunspots in his vision seems to be less? Or perhaps he is just getting used to them being there? He isn’t certain of which option it might be, what he is certain of, is that the niggling feeling is back and the flash of something getting closer. He assumes its one of the balls, but he can’t say for certain, nor is he going to waffle on what it might be. Taking a left and a quick backwards when he does, he feels the wind slowly starting to pick up again, the power of his command on the wind waning. He could of course command it again, the cold air when it blows and he is so high up is even colder than on the ground, but he wants to bear with it as much as possible. He might only be for less then a week an adult now, but he wants to get better at this, he doesn’t want the cold to bother his flight enough that on occasion he would stutter as his wings freeze up from it. He has to get better at this!
*44 Twilight 0.4 Sev Lv 76.4, Ly 23.4 Training: Danger Sense | 15 Diurnal Spirit | 16 Tundra Dweller | 19
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Post by Twilight-Claw on Feb 11, 2024 3:12:05 GMT -6
Firming his resolve, he doesn’t make his spot silent any longer, and hisses at the big lug whenever he hears him howling, trying to scare him now won’t work. He won’t let it work! Dodging the balls in the hours after, he can tell is getting easier. His wings still feel stiff from the cold, but even that is starting to get better when he flies in just a fast enough pattern to circulate the blood better as it gets warmer from the exercise. He takes fewer breaks for food whenever his caretaker calls him down to eat and drink something. Wanting to practice looking while staring directly at the light. The hours of just taking everything in, and not quite focusing on one thing in particular of the whole picture helps him cope with it, more often than not he can see her outline clearly, and seeing the balls get nearer to him helps making it even easier. ‘Okay Sev! I think this is enough for today, its rather late.’ He hears her comment, much to his relieve.
Hopefully he won’t have to practice this tomorrow. At some point as his caretaker is taking down and packing up the large lamps, he flies towards the big lug and hisses right in its face, calling out to him a soundless threat while readying himself to spit his stomach contents if he needs to defend himself. The big lug just blinks, grunts and starts chewing on the grass near its feet. He sputters at the gesture, hissing harder as even though he is now only a slight bit scared of him instead of a lot, he dislikes being ignored even more when it doesn’t suit him! ‘Sev no! Leave Saar alone now, we are going home. And you mister certainly deserved another couple of raw spareribs for dinner!’ Mister? Who? He perks up at the sound of spareribs as that is definitely something he took quite a liking too. But mister? That one isn’t going to take his spareribs, is he? He zooms closer as she packs everything up, smothers the campfire she had made again previously, and readies herself to take him and the big lug Saar back home. Chattering to both the big lug and him while she does so, keeping him distracted from Saar and his lack of even seeing him as a thread back.
*45 Twilight 0.5 - Logged Sev Lv 77.0, Ly 24.0 Saar Lv 14.1, 14.1 Training: Hardy | 16 Danger Sense | 16 Diurnal Spirit | 17 Tundra Dweller | 20
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