Fen couldn't help but notice how much effort the girl put into taking command of the situation. The longer he listened, the more he was convinced that she was actually not as confident as she wanted her voice to make it seem. Still, it would be best to play along, as he was genuinely interested in what he might learn from her.<br/><br/>"Works for me," he responded to her request to meet at the other side of the lake. He began to swim towards the edge she pointed to, his pace not too fast, not too slow, but very steady. His movements were crisp and effortless, as if he had done this a thousand times. He took the time to consider it, and decided he probably had. A lot of training, of all sorts of varieties, was required for the Adegan to even consider you a viable subject.<br/><br/>He listened to her as she explained her method of flying, and he raised an eyebrow a bit as a natural reaction, knowing full well that she could not see his face properly due to the darkness. Apart from the shaky delivery of the story, it didn't fit at all when he scrutinized the details. Elves could not fly, true; being able to fly would help them, also true; but he had walked among the elves before, even resided in an elven village for a few months. As far as he knew, elven magic was powerful, but not crafty in this sort of sense. If they were to create a spell that allowed flight, it would not be by growing wings. They would simply harness the energy to do it, and levitate through the air without the help of wings. At the most, he might have believed a swirling color of the energy expended around them to show, but he had never seen them<span style="font-style: italic">create</span>something with a spell, only bend pre-existing material and conjure concentrated forms of energy.<br/><br/>"I'm glad to see they work well," Fen responded to the would be elf. "Though I don't buy the elven story. Don't worry, though, whatever reason you had for lying to me I assume to be justified and nothing more than the product of a careful mind."<br/><br/>They finally reached the shore, and Fen crossed his arms in an effort to keep his body warm. He had grown accustomed to the frigid temperature of the water, but his wet body exposed to cold air was harder to keep under control. Something nagged at the back of his mind, something that told him he should remember what this winged girl in front of him was. He was too cold and curious to think straight, however, and momentarily dismissed the thought from his mind.<br/><br/>"Mind if I start a fire?" Fen asked. "I'd like to be a little cozier when I talk to you."