Michael
"Let's get down to business, shall we?" A voice chimes, as the perpetrator of such malicious cheer so early in the morning leans forward, hands on his hips.

"I have some ideas as to better synchronize our abilities in a fight— Have you ever heard of a 'trust fall'? One person allows themselves to fall, putting faith in their companions to catch them, and stop them from colliding with, in this case, the cold, wet snow. Sounds fun, eh?"

"... I suppose we could do other drills, if that sounds too unpleasant. Say, a run down the mountain." Icidro says after a moment, eyes closed, before canting his head, pondering, "Pick your poison, amigo!"
Judith
"My, what lovely options you have given."

They both knew what was at play here. Furo hugged himself as he tried to find even more warmth in his jacket. Struggling as it were, he did not want the idea of a heavy workout to actually take shape.

"Let's focus on the trust fall thing. You have my attention with that, so let's explore it rather than the mountain side." He spoke rather quickly to fight off all the shivering. The mechanic had never experienced snow before, a realization that held extra layers.

For having knowledge of the different seasons, it was interesting how static most of the worlds were in terms of climate and even time of day. Super weird and definitely going to keep him up at night.

"What did you have in mind? I'm eager to get started."

And back to his ship.
Michael
"You let yourself fall backwards, and trust that I catch you. Same goes for the other way; I fall, you catch _me._ I could spice it up and really make you work to catch me, but that defeats the purpose of it being a trust exercise a bit..." Icidro begins, before really thinking on it, "Oh, but— Huh."

"That... Might not be a bad idea? Your winds, amigo. You think we can do it?"
Judith
"My winds? To catch you?"

That had been the first thing Furo's mind drifted toward. Why physically carry something when you did not need to? Though, it was a relief that Icidro was not planning on barring him from it.

"Yeah, I could catch you with it. Pick you up, toss you around; you name it."
Michael
"Want to try?" Icidro asks, a glimmer in his eyes— The possibilities of such a maneuver...! Ah, but wait! Waving his hand about, Icidro laughs.

"I have an idea! I'll walk you through it, but I need you to _promise_ to catch me, amigo! Even while multitasking!"

"What if we—...?" Leaning in toward Furo, Icidro whispers the rest.
Judith
"Uh, huh. I can try."

He was pretty skeptical of what he was being asked as it seemed easy at the moment, but a real scenario would be different entirely.

"I'll definitely catch you first and foremost, but the rest I could only try my best."
Michael
Snapping his fingers, Icidro looks PUMPED as he paces a few steps. Rounding back on Furo, Icidro holds out a hand for a shake, laughing in lieu of immediately saying anything.

It takes him a moment, before Icidro asks, "Ready?"
Judith
Furo shook the proffered hand and prepared himself.

"Yeah, go for it."

The wind in the area suddenly picked up after being calm the entire time. From a small trill to a howl, three separate tornadoes began to circle the pair. They were small in size, but Furo had no doubt that they would hurt if one carelessly interacted with them.
Michael
At that, Icidro grins as he shakes Furo's hand. Pulling away a moment later, the caballero howls out a laugh moments before rocketing into the air!
Judith
Furo puppets the cyclones to circle around before forcing them to join a distance away from him. As Icidro begins to fall, there is a singular tornado tearing through the snow.

Furo tries to eye where the landing would be, but quickly realizes that attempting it from ground level was an issue. Raising himself into the air as well, he kept the tornado moving to position it under the knight.
Michael
From the outside looking in, the tornado seems to whip and sway until the moment the dragoon streaks into its maw like a blur. Whatever the impact that didn't appear to happen, the Tornado ripples and shakes before swelling at the seams— Until bursting into a razor-sharp sphere of air, like a pincushion from hell. Whatever was happening within was anyone's guess, but... It couldn't be good!

Standing amidst the eye of the storm as it dissipates, Icidro looks over toward Furo's direction with surprise, before a grin grows on his face.

"Think we can use this, amigo?"
Judith
Furo floated to ground level as he considered the question. It definitely seemed like something was there, but they needed a proper test subject to make something of it.

"We can keep workshoping it, but until we put it to use, I could not really say."

Furo rubbed the back of his head as he was reminded of the cold once more. 

"Hey, can you teach me that heat magic you know while we are out here?"

Might as well while they had the chance. It would double as extra warmth regardless of if he actually learn how to cast Icidro's signature spell.
Michael
"Heat magic? I know some Fire magic, by all means." Not _quite_ getting what Furo meant until he hurries closer to his friend, Icidro blinks before narrowing his gaze questioningly toward him.

"... You don't mean— Now, listen here, you! _Flare_ isn't just simple heat, amigo! It's much, much more than that! There's all sort of nuance— _divine nuance_— to the spell!"

"The question isn't if I can teach you, so much as _would you give it the respect it deserves?"_
Judith
Furo did not want to say it, but Flare was just concentrated heat magic that seemed to combust the the very space it was applied. Call it divine if you wanted, but the best the mechanic could admit was that it was more than simply fire magic.

"You're right. It's more than simply fire magic and I should not put it on a similar level."

Definitely not divine, though. The only reason Furo considered it to be "Heat" Magic was that he assumed it worked of the principle of vibrating atoms at such a rapid speed that it did not simply ignite the air, but actually explode. 

Like a chain reaction.

Unbeknownst to Furo, the very line of thought he was considering was far more dangerous than he made it seem.