Of course the lightning was her favorite part too. But she had a special respect for the power of wind. Anyone could see a bolt of lightning and understand its might, but it’s so easy to underestimate the power of the air until it uproots trees and flattens houses. Avia, of course, found that awesome. Enya surprised Avia with her sudden reaction. Right; edges aren’t normal, the wolf reminded herself. She couldn’t recall how much she had told Enya about Luxtia before; she only remembered mentioning computers as “machines” that she controlled. Y’know, like, uh, the shore of an island, she explained simply, initially undermining the spectacle of her homeworld, only to add cheekily, but with open air instead of an ocean... She giggled before she clarified, Back in Luxtia and all, we don’t have a, like, continuous ground like Fangwilds. It’s, like, just sky, with island of land and stuff drifting with the currents. Some are big enough for there not to be as much wind, though! She wagged her tail optimistically at the prospect that a relatively windless continent may interest Enya. You could totally go hunting there! People would probably think you’re really cool for doing it without tools and stuff, too. She chuckled, but she was sincere; Avia didn’t know many people in Luxtia who were nearly as strong and skilled as Enya.

Avia smiled softly at his invitation, both happy for the offer and amused at the thought of resolving her outstanding issue about picking a trade. She at least had a new option available to her, one she would not have expected. She knew she was no good, but she believed anything was possible if she just practiced. In a way, Jakar had just offered her the same thing twice. I would love that, softly spoke the wolf, her own tail swaying along. She passively watched him pack up as she mulled over how to say goodbye. To her surprise, he set the scroll in front of her. She looked down at it, then up at Jakar, her nose near his, her mouth ajar. She realized before he had spoken that he was offering it to her. Wh– You don’t need it? the small wolf asked, gently placing her paw on the parchment without breaking eye contact. I... thank you, Jakar, I, I’ll be sure to, to practice... After a moment, Avia looked down at the scroll. She sucked in and swallowed her saliva to dry her mouth before she delicately lifted the large scroll into her jaws. She looked back at her bag, unsure if it would fit even if she crammed it. Uh... She turned to lead the scroll through the hoop atop her bag: a leather strap that seemed to be a handle. As she did, the tips of her horn unintentionally bumped against Jakar’s chest, sending a small but nonetheless surprising spark through him. She realized and quickly glanced forward to apologize, Oh! So sorry! Heh-heh... Avia reluctantly stepped back to give space between them again. The scroll lied diagonally above her, one end drooping over her front left shoulder and the other over her hind right hip. It unfurled itself until it was taught within the handle. Perhaps this would hold after all. She gazed at Jakar a few seconds longer, feeling the fluttering in her heart again, the memory of his muzzle against hers still clear in her mind. I, I guess this is it, Romawoo, said the wolf with a playful smile.