[ As they approach the ground, Ezar realigns aether and manna in harmony, turning flight and fall into the familiar energies of a dragoon's dive. At the last moment he turns to hit the ground feet first, impossibly absorbing all of that force, turning it, and sending them both flying back upward toward where they started.
It's perhaps the highest jump he's ever done, and free once more from the ground, he grins.
They land, shockingly lightly, on the parapet he jumped from.
Perhaps it's because he still doesn't realize who he's got hold of, but he gently pats the head of the woman who still has her face squished into his shirt. He realizes, then, that the woman's a miqo'te--and the red hair looks suspiciously familiar, not to mention the staff she's got across her back, which is threatening to bean him in the head--but he can't quite bring himself to just shove her away.
It's a small, stupid thing, but it feels good to have actually helped someone for once. ]
There. You're all right.
[ He can yell at her for being a dumbass who jumped off a building without knowing how to fly in a minute, once he knows she is actually all right.
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It's perhaps the highest jump he's ever done, and free once more from the ground, he grins.
They land, shockingly lightly, on the parapet he jumped from.
Perhaps it's because he still doesn't realize who he's got hold of, but he gently pats the head of the woman who still has her face squished into his shirt. He realizes, then, that the woman's a miqo'te--and the red hair looks suspiciously familiar, not to mention the staff she's got across her back, which is threatening to bean him in the head--but he can't quite bring himself to just shove her away.
It's a small, stupid thing, but it feels good to have actually helped someone for once. ]
There. You're all right.
[ He can yell at her for being a dumbass who jumped off a building without knowing how to fly in a minute, once he knows she is actually all right.
And then he'll leave. ]