[ There's a look sent Hilda's way quickly which says - yes, he absolutely thinks there's a sliver of a chance she'd put him in something for her own entertainment, and that this reaction is 100% also for the same reason. Of course, it's not like Claude wouldn't wear it simply in the name of amusing them both. No matter what it is Hilda might have in mind, she has a willing participant here in the form of one with a near nonexistent sense of shame to top off any antics.
Now's not that time for that as they get ready to take off. The countdown is something Adelheid can sense even before he leans forward in the saddle as Hilda counts, and he barely even has to give the command to take off before she is already. For a second, a fraction of one, Claude worries it won't feel like the actual sensation of flying. What if it's totally different and if this is the time memory somehow betrays them?
No such thing happens; the air rushes by in the exact same sense of freedom which always washes over him each time of taking flight. And this time it might not be on his wyvern, but this finally fills in a void of something he knew he was missing but not precisely how much until now. It's a good thing Adelheid's taking care of the hard part since Claude's a little too distracted for his own good by taking in the sights around them, until his next glance up reveals they're in second place.
Not by much, but enough for him to finally focus and lean forward in the saddle himself as one giant flap of leathery wings has them pulling even, at which point he can't resist flashing a grin Hilda's direction. ]
Don't think we're not gonna make you work for it, you know!
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Now's not that time for that as they get ready to take off. The countdown is something Adelheid can sense even before he leans forward in the saddle as Hilda counts, and he barely even has to give the command to take off before she is already. For a second, a fraction of one, Claude worries it won't feel like the actual sensation of flying. What if it's totally different and if this is the time memory somehow betrays them?
No such thing happens; the air rushes by in the exact same sense of freedom which always washes over him each time of taking flight. And this time it might not be on his wyvern, but this finally fills in a void of something he knew he was missing but not precisely how much until now. It's a good thing Adelheid's taking care of the hard part since Claude's a little too distracted for his own good by taking in the sights around them, until his next glance up reveals they're in second place.
Not by much, but enough for him to finally focus and lean forward in the saddle himself as one giant flap of leathery wings has them pulling even, at which point he can't resist flashing a grin Hilda's direction. ]
Don't think we're not gonna make you work for it, you know!