I manage a disgruntled groan at Soren's words. Perhaps if we hadn't been floating mid air- and only getting higher- I might have stuck my tongue out at him. Maybe even knocked him lightly on the arm- not that it would hurt him.
Teasing bastard.
I am sure he knows all too well the difference between flying and floating, and the horrifying prospect of rising up in the air with little control over where you are going, or when you are going to plummet earthwards. Of course, being an angel, I do have wings, so my fate of doom is certainly not sealed. But the knowledge of this does not stop the nerves playing in my stomach at the notion of what is to likely come. I squeeze my eyes shut.
"Yeah, well, I always use my wings when I am in the air. This is… I don't know what this is, how are you doing it? I don't have a clue what you are doing, or if I am going to fall. I would rather enjoy the skies under my own control, thank you."
