Hideaway Strath When we fight.

Fig's psuedo-mastery of ptero had been a long time coming, but once it appeared, it had been like BAM! In your face. He really had been paying attention all those times to how it worked and all. It just usually was more fun for him to flail all about and try to make everyone laugh. But the joke had lost its luster eventually (indeed, it had taken quite longer for Fig to lose his sense of its humor than all the rest of them), so he had given it up, and then came the BAM!

Which is all to say, the boy watched and listened attentively as Towhee explained her intentions for the day. He didn't particularly mind the rain that was pouring down through the trees, so the sudden change went unnoticed in favor of the eagerness that was drumming up in him over the prospect of whatever this mercenary training was. -Yes yes yes yes yes!- the boy signed eagerly and repeatedly, his tail wagging as he looked between his parents, then randomly prodded Fenn in the face for good measure.