avian incognito

As she panics, her fear filling his mind, the alchemist remains quiet. To give her any other instructions would just be to pull her more into her human-form, which wouldn't do her any good. So while it may seem as though he's just abandoned her to her own failings, it really is the best thing for her. It's hard to fly at her pace; every beat of his wings however slow pulls him farther ahead. Coasting is a large-bird's game, and given the frenetic pace of her wings (compared to his), he doubts that finding a thermal would do her much good. Try to sort of...make gradual loops in the air. Don't think about it too hard, and don't turn too fast. It takes far less effort than you think it will. REMI I wish I could discover something that doesn't expire