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// 15 - Air 
// Story: Zielstrebig 
// by Lyssieth 
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After time spent eating fresh food and drinking tea with the two, I get up to head outside again. Looking at Riva, I speak up. “Could you teach me to fly? Or… help me remember?” I ask them.

They tilt their head, then perk up and nod. “Of course! It's gonna be great with snow, since it's so soft!” Riva seems pretty excited, and rushes outside ahead of me, despite my head-start.

I giggle a bit and follow, their excitable side quite fun. Syl seems to follow as well, whether to watch or provide help is unclear. I glance at the skies, then focus on Riva. “I might need a bit of… help, though.” I smile softly at the pegasus, trying to spread my wings a bit. They move at my command, but it feels… sluggish.

“Well, you probably haven't used them in a while, so I'm not too surprised.” Riva chuckles and approaches. “First off, just try stretching together, like this!” They stretch their wings out, at the same time stretching their legs as well. They've got clean and beautiful wings… Ones that I get caught staring at, since Riva looks up at me after a moment. “H-hey, stop staring and get to it already!”

I glance down a bit, then sigh to collect myself and try to follow. “A-alright.” I start to stretch out, first my wings and then my legs, trying to do it similarly to Riva. My own wings are messier, a bit more 'untamed'. But after a bit of willpower and effort, I can get them nice and stretched out.

“Now, let's just do some stretches. Just to get everything nice and warmed up, 'kay?” Riva smiles, starting to guide me, while performing some herself.

It takes a while, but my control over my wings seems to be increasing. The sluggish, somewhat unnatural feeling from earlier has vanished, and in general I feel better in my movements. Riva seems excited to help, and more excited to get me in the air.

With some more guidance, and using the log-pile outside as a ramp to get atop the roof of the lodge, I manage to glide down to the ground from there a few times. But, after those few times, I decide to try to actually use my wings for more than just gliding, and try to flap them, to try and fly.

I don't succeed; ending up chest-first in the snow. Laughing, I get up and smile at the others, both of whom seem joyous rather than distressed. Riva's laughing, and Syl's smiling warmly.

*Nothing hurts, right?* Syl asks me, and I nod at her, approaching the two.

“I wanna go again!” I exclaim, rushing up the makeshift ramp, hopping to the roof. Riva follows me up, this time to try and help me figure out where I'm going wrong.