Sora chuckled at Ziran’s enthusiasm. Normally, such hyper people would begin to get on Sora’s nerves but something about the cat-person simply made her smile. Did she like him before when they had traveled to the temple?
No, I don’t think. In fact, I think I was ready to kick his arse. She shrugged unnoticeably, “So, which question do you want answered first?”
The transformed Windigo was staring at the butterfly on the tip of his tail, half-looking as though he wanted to pounce and play. “What was your nightmare?”
“Right. It was an ice demon I had fought when I first became a hunter. He was probably one of the toughest demons I’d ever fought.” She purposely omitted the fact that the demon had been her brother. Not a detail the hunter liked to bring up.
He rolled over, “Did you turn into the ice demon, too?” The kitty-boy then realized the monarch had started to fly away and pounced on it, catching it in one of his clawed hands.
“Yeah. It was actually...” she smiled as she thought back, “kind of fun. I wouldn’t mind be able to fly again, anyway.”
“Oh yes, flying is much fun.” Ziran rocked back and forth, gently holding the orange and black butterfly in his hands. “You can zoom around and scare people really easily. Not to mention that it makes getting around simpler than walking.”
Sora leaned forward a little in curiosity, “Say, can you still fly around?”
He nodded vehemently, “Wanna see?” The insect fluttered out of his hand as he stood up and held his arms out horizontally. Sora felt a slight breeze stir the still air. The wind began to concentrate around the Windigo and become stronger. Soon, he started to slowly lift off the ground and then, without warning, he simply shot into the air. Ziran let out a cry of exhilaration and the half-breed couldn’t help but to let out a laugh at his joy. He twisted through the air, doing flips and corkscrews that looked like they might make him dizzy. Sora figured the tricks probably did; making himself sick with fun sounded like something Ziran might do.
Presently, however, people started to peek out their windows and gather in the streets, muttering about the flying boy. “That’s awesome, Ziran, but you had better come down now,” she called to him. The female decided that creating a scene might not be the best thing to do. These people didn’t appear to be the type who enjoyed strange doings in their town.
OoC: Yes, I'm still alive.
