Sergio
The Stormwind Ark had become a safe zone for Tulin these days- a place for him to retreat to when he truly wanted to be alone. The Flight Range was usually occupied by former Elder Kaneli, and there was not really any such thing as true *Privacy* In Rito Village. The Stormwind Ark was high enough above the Hebra peaks that few would attempt the flight upwards, if they even had the wings to do so, granting Tulin the solitude he sometimes needed.

And with the knowledge that the Demon King had already returned, he'd been in need of that solitude. Needed time to sort out his thoughts, and focus on training himself further. He had funnily enough already been on his way to the Ark for that exact reason when he learned that the legendary Master Revali was also en route, as he'd concluded his afternoon patrols.

Well. Being alone with his thoughts was one thing- getting to meet Master Revali was an even better alternative. He wouldn't *Have* To think about it, then!

Tulin came to a landing on the deck with a triumphant huff, taking only a moment to catch his breath before he started peering over the side to see if he could catch sight of the fabled Champion.
Crystal
His legs were locked—tangled even— into his companion's feathers as he knelt there and continued to play the erhu. He had to keep playing, if only a little longer, to keep the maelstrom of the gale overclocked. It wasn't hard, per se— wind was his natural talent as well— but it was always taxing given the sheer size and scale difference. He swallowed his spit and continued to pull the bow across the strings, even though he could feel himself begin to sweat.

"I told you that I've more than a pretty lil thing on your shoulder that nags ya!" He said. "You and I have the same element of magic, meaning that combining them to form a mile-high funnel is a breeze!"

As they grew closer to the Stormwind, he wondered how this Tulin was similar, and perhaps what was different. Was he still young enough to see him? Or had his eyes stopped catching glimpses of his kind long ago? *His* Tulin was someone who, even though he was hard to spot at first, grew to accept that childlike didn't mean immature. 

*I'm just fussing aren't I?* He thought. *I can't let myself be upset whether or not someone is capable of seeing me. Just say hi and be understanding— he has a lot of responsibilities to perform.*

This place, the Stormwind— it was a Temple. Temples often held sacred power that could be pleaded with the gods to borrow. He had something in mind with this particular trip, for certain, and it was going to require that he put further focus into it. But he knew he'd be clear about what when it was necessary. After all— a Sage has his secrets.
Stephanie
Nothing brought North solace quite like flying alone. It had always been how he was- soaring by himself into danger was the safest bet, so he didn't have to worry about anyone.

But... He had to admit, flying with Kyneri's song in his ear made a deep-seated part of him sing out with joy. Rito *Were* Flock birds, after all. 

But that also meant he had to be *Careful*. He couldn't risk the little one being dislodged, and he only had his legs to hold on with. This made their flight slower then he'd have liked, but it was worth it for the beauty he became witness to.

The Stormwind Arc. 

Every Rito child was told legends of it- how Vah Medoh itself was inspired by the mythical ship. A piece of Revali that long had been repressed felt like it was bubbling at the idea that *He* Was flying high enough to bear witness to its majesty.

But priorities. He had to reach Tulin. He could see the young Sage from here, and he shifts his feathers to catch a side draft that pushes him straight to the other.

Landing carefully, bidding a grateful coo to Kyneri with praise for the other's magic, he turns his attention back to Tulin, and finds himself... Faltering.

Tulin... His eyes look too tired for his age. There's a set to the fledgling's jaw that Revali recognized from himself, and there's a sinking realization in his gut that Tulin had indeed ended up like him.

"Tulin, wonderful to see you."
Sergio
He couldn't help the cry of amazement that slipped from his beak as he saw the legendary *Champion Revali* Come soaring through the clouds, bolstered by a gale the likes of which he'd *Never* Seen. The stories always told about how powerful Revali's Gale was, but... Seeing it in person like this, it sparked wonder in his eyes despite everything.

He stepped back away from the edge of the ship's bow to give Revali room to land, his wings half-spread as he stared up at him. Him, and the small being on his shoulder.

"It's great to see you too, Master Revali! And friend!" Tulin put on a smile, though he didn't really need to *Try*- witnessing Revali's Gale in action had sparked a fire inside him. "That was *Amazing!* The wind control, the— *Wooosh!* You got up here like *That!"*

Tulin beamed up at Revali... But both Revali and Kyneri could see the way he carried himself even then. He held his head high, posture shifted to hold the weight of the Great Eagle Bow on his back- the bow practically as big as *He* Was.
He was a warrior. He was a Sage. He had to grow up too quickly.
Crystal
*Despite his eyes, those same damn eyes...* Kyneri thought to himself. *Despite it all he can still see me. He hasn't lost the battle. Not yet.* "Nice to meet you, Tulin. And yes, Revali is rather impressive with his technique. Though I take it you have something of skill to show him as well!"

He looked over Tulin's features. He was bright-eyed under Revali's gaze, but the Secret Stone around his ankle was in many ways akin to a falconer's jess. The weight of responsibility was upon him, but hopefully it wouldn't always have to be. 

Kyneri began to remember the last time he saw a face like that, a memory that was second only to... *That* Memory... And he shook his head to clear his thoughts before the boy could catch him staring into space. What was it he said?

Oh right, Tulin's ability. 

*Oh shit, Tulin's ability...* He thought.

Kyneri suddenly gripped Revali's feathers like a gardener would to a nasty weed that struggles to be plucked. "I forgot that every time he or his Vow did what he can do, if I wasn't prepared I'd be set flying off my ward."