Epimetheus and Prometheus keep tabs on him when he's doing this sort of thing - more out of habit of watching out for people, and lingering paranoia about someone unfriendly finding Felix and doing him harm.

And there is someone watching him - although it's hard to tell whether or not they're friendly, or have any nefarious purposes. It's also hard to figure out where they are, whoever it is, they've got some skill at staying covert.

Felix relies on flying high and the fact that most people wouldn't investigate that closely if they saw a winged man in the sky during a storm.

This one is a trick one to unravel safely, but he is managing it. At some point he is sufficiently tired of flying that he lands on top of a low tree to work his magic from there.

Was that a rustle in a nearby bush? Possibly just the weather...

Felix is very focused on the weather, though more on how it's behaving all the way up there.

"You sure you should be doing this, mate?" a voice calls up to him.

He startles. His feathers raised like a scared cat.

"I am not doing anything!"

"I was talking more the 'flying around with obvious wings' part. What were you talking about?"

Damn it. "I was not flying. These are fake."

"...Okay, we didn't take video evidence, but like, we could've. Where are you even- Wait, no, you're probably not going to tell me where you're from."

"Who is we?"

A woman steps into view. "Sometimes my brother forgets what 'covert' means."

"Were you two spying on me?"

"Not precisely. We had reason to be out this way anyway. You simply drew our attention."

"A reason... that involves the word 'covert'?"

He subtly starts to draw on fog. Not yet to their immediate area, but close enough he will be able to blanket the place if necessary.

"Habit more than anything else. We were spec ops for...a long time."

"Tal sometimes forgets that we don't have to speak in tongues any more."

"And, what are you two Spec Ops doing in here? In the middle of nowhere?"

"Looking for some old friends."

"Do they have names?"

"Who doesn't?"

"..."

"Do you have names?"

"Henri Wilkes, my sister Talia."

"Wilkes, you say? That sounds familiar." 'Sidora mentioned it.