Breeze

Akira walked the stairs of the tower quietly, about half way up, he wondered what the heck he was doing and flapped his wings slightly, as silent as before, but with his feet elevated off the floor and helped him move much quicker. He continued up and opened the door with a small creak and saw that there was someone in there, he was about to turn around and leave when he realized he recognized that someone. It was Tear, with a grin on his face he came up behind her, feet still elevated off the ground silently he landed back down on the ground, still silent. He leaned down to see what she was reading and smiled.
Ah, so you prefer the dapper Mr. Darcy type, now you see if I were a woman I think I would like the silent but strong Colonel Brandon type. he said and grinned at her.

Akira smiled back at her, walking around her and plopping down on the stone windowsill facing her stretching his wings out the window frame that was just barely big enough to allow him the freedom of the wind rushing through his feathers.
Good to see you too! What have you been up to lately?
he asked genuinely curious

Akira twitched his wings a little in the cool breeze that blew through his wings, with a sigh he leaned back even farther to let the wind run through his shaggy purple hair. He shook his head a little bit before brining it back into the stone building.
Nope, not much. Just you know, flying. he said with a grin, his wings itching to feel the air brush through them again, to feel no limitations, to be high above everyone else, that was what he wanted that pure joy the feeling that the world would acquiesce to every one of his hopes and dreams and make them come true.