[ Claude hops from the cage onto Zafeera with a practiced leap, like he's done it a million times before -- probably because he has. He and his wyvern are so attuned after so many years that he has full faith he could topple out of a building, and Zaffy would still manage to catch him. Not that he intends to test that theory out.
From where he sits behind her, he brackets her with his thighs, arms reaching around her to grip onto the reins. ]
Just hold onto my arms. We'll be on the ground before you know it.
[ The descent is always more frightening than the ascent, especially at what is frankly a pretty low height for Zafeera to try to flap her way down from. The way down is a bumpy, heartstopping affair as Zafeera gets her balance back with an additional person on her back and several trees to navigate between as she makes her way down to the forest floor, finally landing with enough force so that she has to keep on running for a moment afterwards, just to avoid completely hurling her riders off with such a sudden stop.
Most people would be feeling a bit wobbly after all that, Claude knows. So he jumps down first, then holds up one gloved hand for Koharu, helping her off of Zaffy's back. ]
That was very brave of you, [ he says, voice more earnest than it is condescending. Where he's from, wyverns are just a fact of life; people are used to them in their midst, as unafraid of them as they would be of horses. But in Fodlan, it was a different story, used largely by warriors, not the commonfolk. He'd watched enough of his classmates tentatively approach wyverns with a cautious air to catch onto that much. ] I know she's an intimidating looking beast. Most people start their wyvern-riding journeys just by practicing riding around on land, let alone starting in mid-air.
[ Which is to say: if she's scared, that's okay. He's not judging. ]
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[ Claude hops from the cage onto Zafeera with a practiced leap, like he's done it a million times before -- probably because he has. He and his wyvern are so attuned after so many years that he has full faith he could topple out of a building, and Zaffy would still manage to catch him. Not that he intends to test that theory out.
From where he sits behind her, he brackets her with his thighs, arms reaching around her to grip onto the reins. ]
Just hold onto my arms. We'll be on the ground before you know it.
[ The descent is always more frightening than the ascent, especially at what is frankly a pretty low height for Zafeera to try to flap her way down from. The way down is a bumpy, heartstopping affair as Zafeera gets her balance back with an additional person on her back and several trees to navigate between as she makes her way down to the forest floor, finally landing with enough force so that she has to keep on running for a moment afterwards, just to avoid completely hurling her riders off with such a sudden stop.
Most people would be feeling a bit wobbly after all that, Claude knows. So he jumps down first, then holds up one gloved hand for Koharu, helping her off of Zaffy's back. ]
That was very brave of you, [ he says, voice more earnest than it is condescending. Where he's from, wyverns are just a fact of life; people are used to them in their midst, as unafraid of them as they would be of horses. But in Fodlan, it was a different story, used largely by warriors, not the commonfolk. He'd watched enough of his classmates tentatively approach wyverns with a cautious air to catch onto that much. ] I know she's an intimidating looking beast. Most people start their wyvern-riding journeys just by practicing riding around on land, let alone starting in mid-air.
[ Which is to say: if she's scared, that's okay. He's not judging. ]