Revision as of 14:10, 7 May 2014

Participants

• Sveta
• Trace

Date

7/5/477

Log

"The feeling of the wind blowing through your feathers, the air rushing past your body..."

"There's always more to a person than meets the eye at first glance, even if they don't think it important. No, you didn't tell me that you used to do that - we don't have that many cliffs in these parts, or at least, not sea cliffs - if you jumped off the lighthouse the street's all that's below. Then buying an airship ticket is expensive enough to not want to waste it just jumping off...although I will add, for someone who's afraid of so many things, it's nice to know that falling isn't one of them."

"Afraid isn't... Isn't the right word," Trace mumbles after a moment of thought, before looking back around. "I'm... I'm sure there's some place I could take flight without drawing on magic too much, if not the way I did it back home... It's not so much about the jump, it's the way you start and control the action..."

"The main thing my tutors kept repeating over and over is that you're supposed to steer the energy along, instead of forcing it... Same with flying cliffdive. Don't launch yourself with magic, or you'll be burning a lot of energy just to get in the air... Use it to steer the flight instead."

"You'll have to show it to me sometime, then," Sveta says. "Do a practical demonstration. It should be fun, shouldn't it? Pucture being worth a thousand words and all that."

Trace nods and mumbles a little. "It's not that hard... The question is *where*," he begins explaining. "Either a high, steep place where you can build up momentum, like a cliff... Or you find a place where the airflow blows you up into the sky, preferably in a straight line, and then work from there..."

Sveta nods and takes another bite of food, chewing thoughtfully. "Most who do fly usually don't think about how it's done. It's like walking, one supposes, one just does it. Although it's good to hear that this has actually been studied to some extent."

"Well... You /can/ launch yourself from the ground... I mean, that's essentially how airships work... But if you have nature do that job for you, it leaves you more energy to stay in-flight... If that makes sense? I mean, I know it works... Made it to the quarter-finals in the competitions for distance twice... And made second place in a smaller, region-based competition."

Sveta smiles and takes another bite. "Now you're sounding like you're bragging. If that's meant to impress me, it is, but probably not quite in the sense you thought it would." A small laugh. "Come on, have something. You took the trouble to get all this food, and you haven't had that much, have you? Best not to let it go to waste."

"I'm... Not really the kind to brag," Trace mumbles, before shaking his head and setting to make another bite of food. "I... I mean, it's nice that it's an impressive achievement, I suppose, but... I'm not really in it to win, I guess. As I said... The feeling of the air rushing through your feathers while you're moving at high speeds... It's... Something."

Sveta says nothing for a little while, simply staring - well, not quite at Trace, but some point past Trace's shoulder, as if not quite there. Eventually, though, she blinks and leans back, propping herself up with her arms. "I do believe this has been quite enjoyable so far."

A mumble, a nod as Trace looks out over the clearing for a moment, smiling faintly. "I... I enjoyed myself as well, so far," he mutters with a slight click of the beak, before he looks around and smiles faintly. Even so, he does look over his shoulder after a moment, trying to figure out what exactly Sveta was staring at, if not himself.

"No, there's nothing there, silly. I was just thinking. Well, that settles that, then. The food's almost all gone, perhaps we should head for home?"

"I suppose we should? Any... Any stops you'd like to make on the way? I... I mean, if... If you want me to be more forward... I-I think I want you to make some decissions, too, maybe," he mumbles, looking down at the ground again, muttering softly to himself.

"That's quite thoughtful of you, but I'm not the one needing a lesson in decisiveness, and I'd like to leave it to someone else every now and the. That being said, though, I don't think I have anywhere I need to go, so it'd be appreciated if you just saw me to the door."

Trace nods and mumbles. "I... I can do that... But that wasn't what I meant. I... I don't mind making decissions. But you're making me make... well, most, if not all of them... I don't like that part," he mumbles with a slight frown, before standing up and offering a hand to help Sveta up.

Sveta accepts the hand, gripping it a little more tightly than is strictly necessary. "We all do things that we don't like, Trace. If we never wandered out of our comfort zones, we'd never grow. That being said...I'll go a little easier on you. Just a little." She grabs the basket with her other hand, heaves herself to, and begins clearing up. "Come on, then. It's a long walk back."

A nod, a smile, a twitch. "Alright... After you, milady," he mumbles, smiling faintly as he uses a burst of air to lift up the cloth and folds it over quickly and neatly.