Call it what you want

Remi circled gently, his amber gaze fixed on the pale speck of hawk below him. The alchemist had never taught anyone how to fly before, and for a moment he thought that perhaps the instinctual response from the hawk would not kick in and Sam would fall. He was quite certain he'd go mad if Sam had to drink from him again. The feeling of unfettered but completely baseless want was simply too much for the poor alchemist, and though he'd never be able to say no—never withhold what Sam needed—there was no way his mind could make it through. With a sigh of relief, Remi watched the man below gain altitude, a surge of pride and happy approval invading Sam's mind through the telepathic bond they now shared. It is truly an indescribably feeling, for anyone who has not felt it. So...free. Pulling his wings to his sides, Remi dropped several feet before pulling up quickly, rocketing his body higher skywards with a sharp trill of joy. He really ought to rest given all that had happened, but flying was second nature to him now and in this body, it did not require much energy. Would you like to try flying all the way back? We can always land if it becomes too much for you? Remi asked with a gentle curiosity. He of course didn't want to force Sam to do anything he didn't want to, but if the man was enjoying himself and they were above solid land once again, it didn't seem too dangerous. After all, Sam had already proved he could suffer quite a fall without taking any damage. REMI Traded my soul to free my mind, "can I go back to being blind?" I ask myself one too many times