Who: Marcus and Luag When: 14 September, morning Where: Luag's flying space What: flying, what else? Okay, maybe talking about sheep... Rating: PG-13 for language? Status: threading
Marcus arrived a bit earlier than he'd intended, awake after Isolde had had a rough morning before leaving for work. He had helped her find robes that fit, then sent her off with plenty of money so that she could stop off and have her things altered, or buy new if she'd rather, on the way home. It would mean that he'd have more time on his own with the girls that evening, but he didn't mind that much. Even if he had no idea how to interact with them. Morgan sounded easy enough, but the wee ones somewhat terrified him, not that he'd admit it.
He glanced into the bothy, then decided bludgers and bats could wait; he wanted to fly. He took to the air and let himself go, taking himself up to a good speed, then twisting and turning, pushing himself into more difficult patterns. The more focus it took to fly, the less he was thinking about anything else, and the more relaxed he became.