The Roof, Saturday Morning

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It was kind of cloudy out. It was still somewhat chilly out. It was entirely too early in the morning, and Warren wasn't sure why the heck he was even awake yet, but here he was.

He'd made his way up to the roof to give his wings a stretch, because those dorm rooms were way too puny for anyone with a wingspan like his, and he stayed up there, contemplating getting his nagging urge to fly out of his system before he'd find himself crammed into a coat and harness all over again for a week in the Bahamas.

... Of course, it still seemed like a fair trade-off. Flying for the Bahamas. He'd spent a lot of his life not flying. He could handle a week, for the sake of the sunshine. Right? Right. Of course, right.

"Of course, it had to be addictive," he mumbled, giving his head a little shake, and then jumping. A few laps around, and he'd be good, he figured. Just enough to get the feel for the wind through his feathers. It was too cold to keep going for too long, after all. But maybe once he landed, he'd be able to warm up for a bit and then go about doing it all over again.

He was getting better at taking off. He didn't look quite so much like somebody had tossed an unsuspecting chicken from the roof as he used to.

[Open roof is open! Warren will be playing his game of 'fly, land, thaw, repeat' for most of the morning.]

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[glacial_queen]

"The Eyriens where long, colorful streamers on their wrists or ankles," Karla explained. "And they fly after each other and tear away bits as they go. The trick is to have the longest remaining streamer at the end, which is why it's best to play in a bit group."

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.... Best. Game. Ever.

"How many more people do you suppose there are on the island who can fly?"

Because Warren wanted to play this, now.

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"Well, Dinah and Ender both have wings like mine," Karla said, lazily drifting in place while she counted. "Plus, there's my loaner pair. Maybe one or two other people in Magic Reserves who might be able to do something with magic...? So nine, if Raven's Soul-Self can carry a streamer?" She grinned at him. "That's totally enough for Eyrien tag!"

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"I could spring for the streamers," Warren mused, not so much lazily drifting as he was making big, slow circles around Karla while carrying on the conversation. "It's definitely something to look into once spring break lets up."

A pause.

"Maybe in slightly warmer weather, though.

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"Oh, are you cold?" Karla asked, sounding almost apologetic. "I could warm you up."

Wait. That sounded a bit off.

"With Craft, I mean. It won't do a whole lot, not as cold as it is, but it'll take the edge off," she said.

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"You can?" Warren tilted his head a little, and then he smiled again. "I'd appreciate it," he admitted. "I need to actually look into getting better clothing for flying around in this time of year, I think."

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Karla nodded, flitting over to him. "Hold still," she said, reaching out a hand to his shirt. "It's just a small warming spell. You'll still get cold, but you'll probably stop turning blue," she warned tartly, giving his fingers a slight Look.

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Blue was such a good color for Warren, though!

"Thank you," he replied, doing his best to stay as still as possible while still moving his wings enough to keep from crashing into trees. "Next time I go flying while wind chill is still something to be taken into consideration, I'm bringing gloves, at least."

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"They wouldn't hurt," Karla agreed. Her bodystocking was thin and skintight, but each stitch was laced with a warming spell. Jaenelle never did anything by halves.

"There," she said a moment later as warmth suffused the fabric of Warren's clothing. "That should help."

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It took Warren a moment before he felt the difference, but when he did, he flashed Karla a broad smile.

"It does," he agreed. "I'm sorry, it's easy to get wrapped up in just being up here. I've been trying to take breaks, but I've been losing track, I guess."

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"I can't really blame you for that," Karla said, sharing his smile. "I love it and I only have wings sometimes. Still, giving yourself pneumonia for the sake of a few more minutes of flight is just silly." She paused as she thought of something. "On the other hand, if you get sick, I'll bring you some cookies to help speed your recovery!"

It wasn't meant as a threat, exactly...

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Warren knew better than to perceive it as such, but at the same time, wow, it was excellent incentive to keep himself as healthy as possible at all times, for the rest of his life.

"I don't get sick very easily," he noted, possibly a touch too quickly. He covered for that with another smile. "Which is the way my body works, I think. I don't tend to stay injured for long, either."

So please, please don't bring him get-well cookies. Even if they won't kill him. Please.

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But he liked them so much! That's why he bought them all, right?

Still if there was a subtle undertone of desperation in his voice, Karla didn't pick up on it. Yay, flying! "Well, that's got to be nice," she said, cheerful. "You're like a Healer's dream."

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"Pretty user-friendly that way," Warren agreed, laughing a bit. And, perhaps, very thankful that the conversation hadn't stayed on those cookies for long. "Healers and doctors don't really have to bother with me, honestly."

Limbs grew back.

"So I can save the clinic at least that much of a headache."

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"Raven will appreciate it too," Karla told him, laughing. "She gets really frustrated when people are injured and won't let her Heal them."

And no cookies when sick just meant more cookies when he was well!

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"I can see how it would be frustrating, if you have the ability to make people better," Warren mused, nodding a little.

Someday, he'd be able to say this from experience, perhaps.

"Well, it's good to know that I'll be able to spare her the trouble, too."