The spot was a convenient place for flying practice for two reasons: a water landing -just in case- and privacy. I also found out that the river served as the town's primary water source, but Skye was very vague as to HOW exactly they transported the water; some vague reference to 'gretchyns' or something... and he just looked at me funny when I asked what a 'gretchyns' is. The water in the river was freshwater, not seawater; the ocean was the river's tributary, not its source. The water came from the mountains.
When we reached the river, I bent down to take a drink, then looked around. It was immediately obvious that Seeldah wasn't there yet. "I guess we'll have to wait..." I said glumly, sitting down in the grass.
Skye, however, grinned, unfurling his black wings. "...or start without her," he said roguishly. He crouched and lifted his wings, raising them into the air until they were pointing straight up, parallel to each other. Groaning, I stood up, unfolded my own, lavender wings, and crouched, raising them the same way he did. I looked over at Skye. He grinned. "You just have to force your wings down, and the wind will do the rest," he instructed. "Getting a running start sometimes helps, too, especially if there's no wind; there's always wind if you go high enough, but you can't always get to it the easy way." He paused, then added, "A mountain or cliff will give you more than enough of a boost, but you'll also have a more painful landing if you mess up." I almost laughed, but then I realized he wasn't joking. I nodded and readied myself.
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