Yes. We are plants, the rest of our kind have wings, we can too. It comes at high energy cost.
[Which is to say he didn't do it often and did it never now. He couldn't afford to. By the time his brother back home figured out they could fly, the energy expenditure nearly killed him.]
Never mind it. Start again, in a minute. Other side. First, spread one wing. Feel along its leading edge.
[He demonstrates, one iridescent white wing unfurling neatly. For some people, the ability to feel an extra limb is strange, but they'd had winglets before this.]
Feel how sensitive the leading edge is, in this larger form. It will sense air currents, when the rest of you can't. Heat, cold. Thermals and drafts and the like. The nerves on your wings are wired differently, skin more sensitive to different things. Knowing what your wings are telling you about the air will become as easy as knowing whether your fingers tell you something's rough or soft. Your body already knows it. You just have to know it in your head.
[Knives seems to be struggling a bit with a general sense of outright apathy, but determinedly he plugs on.]
Run. When you hit the center of the meadow, jump straight up as far as you can go. Try to maintain momentum. Don't use the wind, use muscles, wings, feathers. Use your instincts.
[And if Vash doesn't jump when he's supposed to, Knives still has more acorns. He can feel the errant ]
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[Which is to say he didn't do it often and did it never now. He couldn't afford to. By the time his brother back home figured out they could fly, the energy expenditure nearly killed him.]
Never mind it. Start again, in a minute. Other side. First, spread one wing. Feel along its leading edge.
[He demonstrates, one iridescent white wing unfurling neatly. For some people, the ability to feel an extra limb is strange, but they'd had winglets before this.]
Feel how sensitive the leading edge is, in this larger form. It will sense air currents, when the rest of you can't. Heat, cold. Thermals and drafts and the like. The nerves on your wings are wired differently, skin more sensitive to different things. Knowing what your wings are telling you about the air will become as easy as knowing whether your fingers tell you something's rough or soft. Your body already knows it. You just have to know it in your head.
[Knives seems to be struggling a bit with a general sense of outright apathy, but determinedly he plugs on.]
Run. When you hit the center of the meadow, jump straight up as far as you can go. Try to maintain momentum. Don't use the wind, use muscles, wings, feathers. Use your instincts.
[And if Vash doesn't jump when he's supposed to, Knives still has more acorns. He can feel the errant ]