Painter sits up on a tree limb, looking up into the sky and the sun blaring down on his face. A smile creeps across his face as he watches a few birds chase each other around through the air. He begins to feel peaceful within himself and waits quietly for Allie to come and continue teaching him. They had parted a few hours ago and Painter hadn't been able to sleep much, he had things shooting through his mind endlessly. He didn't mind though, his whole life he had lived with only a few hours of sleep a night and operated perfectly fine the day after.
Training, Take 1
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Allie had slept peacefully, she dreamt of Painter instead of her past. She woke up smiling and rubbed her eyes her smile because of the dream. She got ready taking a quick shower so the bloodstained clothes wouldn't be permently red from her wound in her shoulder. She put on a red long sleeve shirt and a pair of black cullottes that ended at her knee. She put on her tennis shoes then paused, it was winter maybe boots. She wasn't a person for pants cullottes were more free to move in and much easier to put up with. Though it was cold out, she sighed putting on a pair of tights to keep her legs warm. She put a pair of black boots on and decided she was ready, she hated wearing winter coats because of their bulk and annoyingness.
She got off the bed quickly double wrapping her wound making sure it wouldn't bled through this time. She then exited the dorm her curly hair now dry. She didn't have time to straighten it if she was going to be ontime. Her head covered with curls without wanting it to be, she sighed stepping out into the lounge she headed to the forest. She wondered if Painter had gotten any sleep, she walked outside the cold air hitting her as she exited. She continued to walk towards the forest her hair blowing in the wind.
It was oddly cold that day, she couldn't wait till spring hit. She soon arrived in the forest and looked for Painter. She wondered where he was, no expecting the trees.
She got off the bed quickly double wrapping her wound making sure it wouldn't bled through this time. She then exited the dorm her curly hair now dry. She didn't have time to straighten it if she was going to be ontime. Her head covered with curls without wanting it to be, she sighed stepping out into the lounge she headed to the forest. She wondered if Painter had gotten any sleep, she walked outside the cold air hitting her as she exited. She continued to walk towards the forest her hair blowing in the wind.
It was oddly cold that day, she couldn't wait till spring hit. She soon arrived in the forest and looked for Painter. She wondered where he was, no expecting the trees.
Painter glances down as he sees her walking through. He smiles at her beauty and feels his stomach begin to flutter just at the site of her. A gentle breeze blows through and tosses his around his face. He himself had decided his wardrobe for the day would be a pair black snowboarding pants and a black hoody. He wings emitted from a pair of holes in the back. He whistles at Allie as he sees her starting to pass by, apparently not noticing him in the tree.
She chuckled, "You don't happen to be whistling as a compliment or is it to summon someone?" She looked up seeing him, her eyes sparkled happily at him. She knew she said they'd cut back on displays of affection during training, but she never realized how hard this would infact be. She knew if she didn't train him hard he'd die, but if she did train him hard he might get hurt. She loved him so much already, she knew she'd have to act without the love showing all the time because if she did the training wouldn't be complete.
With a laugh Painter jumps nimbly out of the tree and glides down in front of her, landing on the ground softly. He wears his playful smile as he looks at her, "So, we gonna get this show on the road now or are we going to wait until later>" he asks her cheerfully.
She chuckled, "I guess." She wanted so much to just hug him tight, she didn't know how she was going to deal with not holding him or doing something like that before training but since he didn't she didn't want to seem like a fool. She thought of some new winds and decided she'd try them and she'd catch him this time if he fell. "I'm going to go easy on you. I'll treat you as I would a student, I'm not going to treat you special." She said wanting so much to just hug him tight.
Painter's facial feature shift from being a joker to straight out seriousness, "Alright, let's do it.." he says to he quietly taking a few steps back and preparing himself. His wing flare our on either side of him as he feels the winds around him begin to shift. Let's see I can do this right this time.. he thinks to himself, taking a deep breath to relax his nerves before the winds begin to thrash him around.
She felt scared, she didn't want to hurt him. She took a deep breath, "I'm going to do it slightly different this time, your going to have to fight winds to get into the air and in the air. You can do this, I know you can, just picture a bird rising from the ground in a wind storm picture the movements they do. Then copy them, I know you can do it." She said part of her afraid she'd do something wrong, she focused on the winds mimicing that of a storm. Once he got in the sky she'd create a wind to protect him incase he fell.
She looked at him watching him, she had a lump in her throat. She was scared she'd hurt him, she didn't want to go light on him but she didn't want to push him too hard too quick.
She looked at him watching him, she had a lump in her throat. She was scared she'd hurt him, she didn't want to go light on him but she didn't want to push him too hard too quick.
Painter closes his eyes as he feels the storm force winds hitting him and pushing at him. He takes a deep breath and picture a pigeon standing in the road on a severely windy day. He watches as it lightly hops around, as if finding the angle as which to hit the wind so it carries him upward instead of forward. Suddenly he sees it jump up and open its wings, riding the wind like a surfer would ride the waves and flowing with it instead of fighting it.
Painter opens his eyes and looks around him, his scenario was a bit different. He was in a forest, which means while the wind carried him, he'd have to e cautious not to hit any trees. Finally after a few more seconds of pausing, he jumps up into the air, opening his wings as he feels an updraft. He allows the winds to carry him forward and slowly flap his way higher into the air. He finally gets up to a high point and begins to circle, looking down at Allie and smirking confidently.
Painter opens his eyes and looks around him, his scenario was a bit different. He was in a forest, which means while the wind carried him, he'd have to e cautious not to hit any trees. Finally after a few more seconds of pausing, he jumps up into the air, opening his wings as he feels an updraft. He allows the winds to carry him forward and slowly flap his way higher into the air. He finally gets up to a high point and begins to circle, looking down at Allie and smirking confidently.
She smiled glad he was doing okay, now more confident she switched some winds up making a slight twister effect, testing how well he got it down. She wanted to make sure he got navigation down, if he stood the tests she'd place on him he'd only need to work on strength to fight winds and then the extra weapon. And then they could find this Axel fellow. She knew she was jumping ahead of herself, but she was a bit excited that he was doing okay.
She watched him, ready to catch him at anytime. She shifted the winds created a windstorm likeness above. She knew it was a bit much, but she needed to know his opacity of navigation.
She watched him, ready to catch him at anytime. She shifted the winds created a windstorm likeness above. She knew it was a bit much, but she needed to know his opacity of navigation.
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