Scyelen glances up from her book. "Huh?"

"I don't think she's coming, did you want to go for a fly?"

He means casting his Fly spell on her and letting her fly on her own, not carrying her around in his arms. That's definitely what he means. She remembers that part of what he said.

Her first impulse is to say no, because her first impulse is usually to not do something rather than do something, especially when that something involves leaving the safety of her room. But... it's a nice day out, and maybe he wants to, but he's letting her decide?

"I, um, I guess. Okay?"

He nods. "Do you have pants? I think I have some that'll fit you if you don't."

"Um. No? I'm a girl," she adds unnecessarily.

"Right, but if you're flying around above people you should wear pants anyway - they look up less often than you might think but it's still sometimes. Most pants work fine under a skirt."

People who look up oh.

The idea that anyone would want to look up her skirt...

Squirm.

But also... "I... don't think I've ever seen other girls wearing pants when they cast Levitate?"

"And you're sure they're not doing something else instead?"

"I, um, I think they mostly just beat up any boys they catch looking? You hear about that once in a while, everyone acts like it's normal..."

"That seems kind of unfair to the boys, really. Flying can be pretty eye-catching."

Scyelen gets a wistful look on her face for a moment.

She shakes her head. "I don't really get it either. But, um, wearing pants would be weird."

"Well, I don't think I want to beat anybody up for you today if they aren't really out of line. But we can go, and if it's a problem we'll come back, how about."

"Okay. Please don't beat anyone up. For that. I'd rather not. Call attention to."

Blushing finger-poke. She turns and flees leads the way outside.

When they get outside, he casts his own spell first, explaining that each one will last half an hour exactly and if his ends first that'll give her a little warning to get to a safe altitude - sixty feet, about treetop height - before hers starts to go too.

And then he casts - a few words and gestures and a glow in his hand, which he touches to hers, and then she can move around the sky just as intuitively as walking and quite a bit faster.

Okay, this is fun.

Wheeeee.

Wheee!

He shows off some acrobatics, including simple ones that she should be able to copy pretty well if she wants to give it a try.

Sure, she will try those.

Feeling bolder, she actually spends more time closer to the ground, skimming the grass and dodging between rocks or trees, and manages to go whole minutes without thinking about anyone seeing up her skirt.

About ten minutes in, that blue dragon swoops out of nowhere to join them with a happy trill.

Raafi startles a little, flinching in the direction of interposing himself between the dragon and Scyelen, but recovers smoothly, and calls genially "hello there!"

The dragon makes a startlingly cute "Kyuiii!" noise, its expressive eyes lidding happily. It (she?) does a barrel roll.

Sure, he'll play - he's in the habit of talking to dragons and not especially bothering to avoid it, but he can stick to the sorts of games he might play with someone's pet dire hawk and not ask too many questions, and keep a bit of an eye on Scyelen.

All too soon, though, his spell runs out, and he calls to her to come down.

The dragon actually seems to respond to things he says. Maybe. She definitely picks up on and plays his games with more intelligence than a dire hawk.

It's hard to tell with her dragon-y face, but when the Fly spells run out and her playmates land, it seems an awful lot like she's legitimately pouting.

A girl with blue hair and glasses, the one seen riding this dragon previously, has somehow ended up right around where Raafi and Scyelen set down. The dragon swoops down and greets the girl with a few chirpy noises and an enthusiastic nuzzle that should really have knocked the girl head-over-heels, but instead the girl merely... slides... a few feet backwards. She doesn't even drop her ever-present book.

Raafi heads over and pats the dragon on the flank. "Hi there. This's your familiar? She's very cute, what's her name?"

The girl peers at him for a moment.

"Sylphid."

The dragon nods at this, and the girl's expression flattens ever so slightly. She reaches up to pet Sylphid, and Sylphid trills happily, closing her eyes.

"Esoteric means," the girl says, almost as if she's commenting to herself, except she's still staring at Raafi.

"If you say so."