He was comfortable as a raven or a dragon, but this in-between form was not nearly so aerodynamic and he struggled to stay aloft with it. Struggled enough, in fact, that he didn't realize the storm was gathering with unnatural speed until the wind struck his wings and he slipped with a yelp from the sky, tumbling as he tried to right himself and catch one of the geyser updrafts.
He was too low, he realized too late, and instead was nearly clipped by a rising geyser as he spun past, absorbing his wings back into himself when he realized he was going to hit the water. At least it was a little deeper, the pool a lovely sunflower yellow, and he rose quickly to the surface as he looked around worriedly for his sparring partner, not yet realizing it was she who had called the storm. Amalia? Everything alright? A bit of judicious Healing magic fixed the bruising and cracks from his impact, and he struck out towards shallower waters where he could find his feet and bring his fire to bear on his hands once more.
He was too low, he realized too late, and instead was nearly clipped by a rising geyser as he spun past, absorbing his wings back into himself when he realized he was going to hit the water. At least it was a little deeper, the pool a lovely sunflower yellow, and he rose quickly to the surface as he looked around worriedly for his sparring partner, not yet realizing it was she who had called the storm. Amalia? Everything alright? A bit of judicious Healing magic fixed the bruising and cracks from his impact, and he struck out towards shallower waters where he could find his feet and bring his fire to bear on his hands once more.
