[The look on Julian's face then; it's one of quiet incredulity, brows raised, the crook of his lips slightly wry. This is a dream, and the man is a Witch, the laws of physics hardly apply. But there's still the part of him that whispers of how even the strongest witch he ever knew hadn't been capable of flight.
He says nothing of that, though. Only nods his acceptance, takes one more stride away from him on digitigrade legs.]
Suit yourself. Now...let's see...
[There should be something uncertain in it - jangle-boned, a staggering awkwardness as he accustoms himself to his new proportions, his added appendages - and so he's hit by a small measure of surprise when it comes to him easy as breathing. A push off from the ground on powerful toes, the vast dark spread of his wings, and then he's cutting through the temperate air with a grace that seems at odds with the great long length of him.
And it's...exhilarating. Drags an overloud whoop out of him fast-followed by ringing laughter that draws more than a few stares from the market-goers, now some distance below him. The feel of new muscles, new bones, flexed and poised to their purpose; there's a deep-body thrill to it that he wouldn't know how to put into words.
He even adds a daring, flashy loop before he finds his mark, lands atop the structure the other man had pointed out, taloned feet curled around the sand-coloured ledge as he waits to see whether the Witch will succeed in joining him.]
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He says nothing of that, though. Only nods his acceptance, takes one more stride away from him on digitigrade legs.]
Suit yourself. Now...let's see...
[There should be something uncertain in it - jangle-boned, a staggering awkwardness as he accustoms himself to his new proportions, his added appendages - and so he's hit by a small measure of surprise when it comes to him easy as breathing. A push off from the ground on powerful toes, the vast dark spread of his wings, and then he's cutting through the temperate air with a grace that seems at odds with the great long length of him.
And it's...exhilarating. Drags an overloud whoop out of him fast-followed by ringing laughter that draws more than a few stares from the market-goers, now some distance below him. The feel of new muscles, new bones, flexed and poised to their purpose; there's a deep-body thrill to it that he wouldn't know how to put into words.
He even adds a daring, flashy loop before he finds his mark, lands atop the structure the other man had pointed out, taloned feet curled around the sand-coloured ledge as he waits to see whether the Witch will succeed in joining him.]