Private Crash Landing

He loved flying, loved that his wind magic allowed him to do it despite not having wings. It was a joy his hybrid biology didn't deny him, so here he was, being carried by the wind, the trees below him. As he went he could see a dragon laying in a field, the scent he recognized as one of his cousins.

Arno paid him no mind, that is until the burst of wind hit him. It shook him but did little else, he looked back to see his cousin raise a claw, and the second burst hit him. This time he went down, cursing in German and hitting branches as he went. The half dragon would land in a large pile of snow with a grunt.

Slowly he'd dig himself out, his sharp ears picking a voice as he head emerged. It was pixie. "Oh...uh...hello," he'd say, feeling a bit embarrassed, not noticing bleeding cut on his head or the sore bruise on his cheek just yet. "I'm sorry if I scared you," he'd say as he finished pulling himself from the snow. @Nameless

He'd blink in confusion. "Uh....yes I'm fine," he'd climb the rest of the way out of the snow, blood dripping a little from his injury. "I'm so sorry about the disturbance," he'd say, bowing before blinking as a bout of dizziness made him briefly lose balance. "I didn't hurt you did I? Didn't frighten you?" he'd ask concern in his voice.

The half dragon would then realize he was bleeding and would wipe the blood with his sleeve. "Someone decided to disrupt my flight as a prank," he'd say with a sigh, glancing around. "Oh....oh....oh..i-is this your home?" he'd ask, "I'm so sorry miss."

Arno would clear his throat, wiping his sleeve at his injured head again. "Could I help you repair?" he'd offer, ignoring what was probably a concussion. "I don't have any snow magic, but I have wind magic."