Dramatic forms of flight for Revali looked as effortless as swordplay and combat appeared for the knight he chose to relentlessly mock. He soared as easily as I took in air. Even though there was an instance where he appeared to lose control of the drafts when we first met, his actual presence never floundered. Even in disaster, I knew he would remain calm, confident.
I wish with all my heart that in that moment I had been assured we selected the right champion to pilot Vah Medoh. But back then, I still had my doubts. The thought of his arrogance consumed me. There seemed only selfishness when we needed someone selfless, pettiness when we needed someone chivalrous. I feared that if it came down to the bird on a wire, his concern would be not for the flock but for himself.
Eventually, I would be proven wrong. So wrong. But how could I have known? How could any one of us have known?