Bearclaw Valley it don't matter if the cold wind blows

The moonlighter followed her features as she caught his response. There was a moment of silence, in which he found himself with a tight-lipped smile awkwardly lining his sharp features. Of course, he would never have realized that his response was too literal to be offered. 

Then, she quipped another question that left him standing baffled. The long-limbed beast canted his head to the right - a complete toss from one end to the other - and turned to examine himself. There was nothing he possessed that would allow such a capability. Turning back to her after a few half circles, Tadec shook his head. “No, Indra... Tadec cannot fly,” he whispered. Then, glancing at her with wide eyes. “Indra can fly?”