<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/8sMViis.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Masque (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=286197.msg14083251#msg14083251)<br/><strong>Aura:</strong>Gray, 2/3<br/><strong>Time/Date:</strong>Afternoon, Day One.<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the air?<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Lyn, Azuri<strong>Mentioned:</strong><br/><hr/>"You don't feel eyes on you, Lyn?" Then again, maybe he is just jumpy. He was about ready to have it out in fistcuffs with someone, and he was used to sleeping alone in the wilderness, which meant that jumping at shadows, as the saying goes, could actually save your life. He gave a shrug, either way he answered, and focused on the... lance. He was kind of reminded of a bandit that had flown on a broom before. And whacked people with it. She had practically been the schoolmarm of their gang.<br/><br/>"Sounds a lot like a motorcycle. I'll stay steady, and if I need to move, I'll let you know before I do it."And he would. He didn't get afraid of the heights, and he kept himself well balanced as she maneuvered, providing little if any disturbance to her flying."What was that back there? You were actually acting like an Alpha for a while, then you backed down. Still finding your spine? It takes a while."  Of all the emotions that could be put into those words, it's a mixture of empathy and sympathy. Even if his word choice was poor, there was no malice or judgment to be found.<br/><br/>"You're from Mistral, too, aren't you? I can tell by the accent. Did you grow up in the cities? Or out in the wilderness?" Even as he made what could be seen as small talk, he was scanning the area around them; both in the air, and on the ground, near and far. Landmarks, especially, would be important. Geographical features that they could use to get their bearings on the ground.