Sun Mote Copse Think I'll slip on down to the oasis

referencing this thread actually! good times - https://wolf-rpg.com/showthread.php?tid=10235

Wind riding, an excellent selection.  He recalled the day, but the experience had been intense, and as a result he didn't remember the process well.  Of course, that wasn't really a problem, considering the line between fact and fiction was one he had a very loose relationship with.

A fair trade.  Alright.  He thought a moment on how to start.  I was out on the plains north of here, I think, minding my own business, when what must have been the god of wind himself took issue to my strutting around.  Wouldn't be surprised if he wasn't jealous, considering I'd given him a run for his money in a race a time or two.  The boasts slipped easily, and took him back to the days when he'd had these sort of conversations with women frequently.  Niamh got to hear some of them occasionally, but she'd already heard a good number of them by now.

Anyway, he showed up, howling and tearing up trees.  Took me right up off the ground with them, trying to toss me aroun, but instead I flew.  Honest truth.  Rode his winds like a pro, might have been the single most amazing trip of my life.  Which is saying something.  He'd had a pretty amazing life after all.

I must have earned his respect, because he put me down and I haven't seen hide nor hair of him since.  But if I do, I'm going to be ready, because that's one ride I'd be more than happy to take a second time around.

He sat back to see what she made of that tale.  The tornado had been incredibly deadly and saying he wanted another round was incredibly stupid.  But it wasn't like he could grow wings, right? And if he was gonna go any way, that's the way he'd choose.