He falls quiet for a while, apparently taking her words to heart. It's still a bit frightening, feeling himself begin to drift, as if letting himself be carried by the breeze with no ability to truly direct himself. He remembers that feeling, the experience of being wind... though it had been an unending struggle in Ultima Thule, there had been a lightness to the environment that he'd been fighting to cultivate. As he'd sacrificed himself, he'd wanted to give that much to the Scions. The power to fly beyond the prison that sought to contain them.
It's a grim thought, in its way, but it doesn't feel like it right now. Instead, all he feels is the memory of triumph and trust, efforts rewarded, and a kind of peace with his own path in life that he'd never quite expected to find.
He wonders if he can be like that again, right now.
As his mind meditates on feeling of wind, his physical body turns onto its side, moving closer to Himeka, the sensation of her hand in his making its way through to him despite it all. He doesn't just feel himself lift, he feels something stirring and tickling within him. In a daze, he opens his eyes a crack, peering up into the dazzling canopy, seeing through the boundaries of the elements and what they represent.
In that same moment, a pair of familiar, draconic wings erupt from his very real and physical back. He doesn't react at first, or at least he perceives it as entirely non-literal. Now he's getting it, he thinks. Now it feels right.
Around them, some of the festival-goers are a lot more suprised to see one of the Aions suddenly grow wings. The ones that didn't also embibe, at least.
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It's a grim thought, in its way, but it doesn't feel like it right now. Instead, all he feels is the memory of triumph and trust, efforts rewarded, and a kind of peace with his own path in life that he'd never quite expected to find.
He wonders if he can be like that again, right now.
As his mind meditates on feeling of wind, his physical body turns onto its side, moving closer to Himeka, the sensation of her hand in his making its way through to him despite it all. He doesn't just feel himself lift, he feels something stirring and tickling within him. In a daze, he opens his eyes a crack, peering up into the dazzling canopy, seeing through the boundaries of the elements and what they represent.
In that same moment, a pair of familiar, draconic wings erupt from his very real and physical back. He doesn't react at first, or at least he perceives it as entirely non-literal. Now he's getting it, he thinks. Now it feels right.
Around them, some of the festival-goers are a lot more suprised to see one of the Aions suddenly grow wings. The ones that didn't also embibe, at least.