"Right, you heard that." He stuck out his tongue as he drew. "Yeah, I still fly like a beached fish." He paused to glance over his shoulder, giving his wings a few flaps. "These two things just don't do what I tell them to unless I only focus on them, but then I can't think about, like, where I'm going. Or which way is up. Plus it's freakin' cold  up there." He blew a raspberry. "I think my brain just isn't wired right for that sort of thing, but hey, Rainbow stopped giving me rides everywhere, so I kinda gotta learn."