Dennis watches me his bright hazel eyes welling up with tears as he lets out a big yawn.
"You've been hopping around like that for an hour now," he says tossing a bead of candy at me, "Is it really that hard?"
I rub the spot on my forehead where he'd hit me. Dennis' active teaching and assistance had devolved to this. We read through so many books on Birds just for me to barely get a meter off the ground. I sigh frustrated. I understand why Dennis can't offer much help as he doesn't know how to fly either, but it seemed like any real help stopped yesterday when I first chose the Angel Spawn's wings.
I look over to Dennis.
"If I was allowed to pick something more practical with less of a learning curve. I'd do a little better," I mutter thinking of how quickly I got a hang of the shadow hands just two days ago.
