Off to to practice Aerobatics.

[Morsefal Pah]

The sunlight flittered (Yes, I make up words) greenly through the leaves of the Dolwood. Dancing across the ground as the breeze directed, shafts of sunlight illumined the dusty interior of the forest as the fae meandered through it.

Morsefal wasn't headed for any place in particular. It wasn't someplace he'd been before. He was looking for a place to practice his flying. He hadn't done any really intense practice for a while and he was worried about become rusty.

He needed a place that had plenty of trees, but also some irregular open area as well. A forest glade with a stream running through it would be perfect.

This one for instance. Morsefal stopped and looked around at the clearing he found himself in. Yes, this would do nicely, he decided.

He shrugged off the vest of his workaday outfit and laid it across a small branch. Then he got to his warmup.

[Straylor Leonard]

Warming up for a fea shouldn't be too difficult. They already had wings for starters, and generally resisted gravity with minimal effort. So unless Mr. Pah had little or no interest in flying, or had little or no interest since childbirth, then he would indeed find it difficult to do the most natural thing a fae did other than Arcana -- fluttering his wings.

The warm up was simple enough, consisting of basic and semi-advanced maneuvers that he learned and nearly perfected since his wings adapted quite nicely to his frame and abilities. Simple darting from one spot to another, circling, perhaps even twirling.

But no more than a half a candlemark later, Mosefal would note that there was the sound of clapping directly behind him. And should he turn to face the music per se, he would note that a pixie no larger than he would be sitting atop the branch where he left his work vest, grinning playfully as she somehow managed to amplify the sound of her tiny hands clapping so that she was heard.

"Your movements are akin ...", she seemed to find the next half of her sentence too beautiful to describe, "... to a lame waterfoul as it drowns." Her smile intact, she fluttered upwards towards a higher branch then made a sort of naughty gesture. "In fact", she continued, "you fly so badly that Carmelya mourned when you were born. heheheheheheheeheheheheeee!"

[Morsefal Pah]

Starting slightly at the sound of clapping, Morsefal spun about to see who it was. He was none too surprised to find another fae watching him, as this was the Dolwoods after all.

His eyes narrowed as the little pixie toyed with his vest and mocked his flight.

"You fly so badly that Carmelya mourned when you were born. heheheheheheheeheheheheeee!"

"Really?" He replied with a little irritation and no little amusement. "Because I see no reason to believe that you're any better!"

He rotated in a spiraling ascent to her elevation so that they would be looking eye to eye.

"Did you just come here to mock, or did you want to put your wings where your words are?"

[Straylor Leonard]

The seamless giggle followed the pixie's tiny figure as she darted upwards, always several meters ahead of the fae. At this range, Morsefal noted that his admirer wore a tiny purple dress that barely covered her body, complete with matching deep purple hair and wings. It was definately an easy target to spot, even after they both evaded several branches, leafs, along with a collection of insects and birds.

"heheheheheheheheheheheheeeee!"

Several seconds later, the pixie's figure suddenly stopped in front of her chaser before she hastily darted off to the right and into a gathering of closely clumped branches that resembled a nest of some sort.

"Whheeeeeeeeeeeeeee!"