WindDancer walked over to the edge of her roof and looked down at Gala. "Yeah sure, I'll teach you to fly now, just give me a minute to get down there." She disappeared from view, apparently going down the trap door, and, after a few minutes, came back up, this time wearing a black tank and a pair of dark blue worn jeans. She leapt off her roof and gently floated down to the ground with the grace of a ballerina. Gala watched admiringly. Dewdrop simply walked onto the roof next to Windy's house, which was the roof of her own house, and entered it through a small door. Windy picked Gala up and flew her to the roof of Gala's building. "Alright, now." The white uni whistled, and her Cirrus flew over. "Sit on her, please. And hold on."
Gala did as Windy said, and wondered at the last command, until the Cirrus suddenly moved beneath her, flying out into CaraTown. Gala got an aerial view of the entire town, and noticed the inside was simple a greatly enlarged caravan, just like Ren's... or were they themselves greatly shrunk? Gala had no idea. The light inside came from the ceiling, which was completely clear from the inside, revealing the sky above, though when Gala had been outside, the roof hadn't looked clear. 'Must be like some sort of one-way mirror or something.' Gala whooped with exhilaration as she moved through the air, her fur turning a gleeful shade of neon green.
"Close your eyes and spread your wings, Gala. Feel the air currents and how it rises and falls beneath your wings. Feel for thermals. It'll all come naturally!" WindDancer yelled up to the kougra. Gala complied. With the aide of the Cirrus, she focused on the moving air around her, and sensed rising currents and different forces pulling at her wings. After a few moments, she suddenly realized the Cirrus was no longer beneath her, that she was flying on her own. She cheered for herself, grinning. Windy blinked.
"Cirrus! You're not supposed to leave her until she's gotten the hang of flying perfectly!" Windy scolded the petpet and looked up at the flying kougra worriedly. The cloud whistled and howled, the language of the wind. "What do ya mean, she was ready? This is her first lesson! She can't be ready already!" Windy glanced up at Gala for a moment, and suddenly remembered the way Gala had shown remarkable abilities in her magic. "Or can she?" Windy shut he eyes, feeling the wind's movement. Strangely enough, the wind seemed to be trying to aide Gala, to make things easy for her, simply complying with her every action. Windy opened her eyes with shock. "No need to bend the wind to her will... or worry about how to move... if I hadn't caught her this morning, would she have been hurt? Or would the wind have helped her, protected her?" WindDancer paused, wondering aloud. As Gala glided back and landed next to her, falling the the roof with little grace, stumbling as she moved, Windy remained silent.
"What a rush! I didn't know it only took one lesson to learn to fly! It's so simple!" Gala gushed enthusiastically, spinning around happily. "Now if I work on landing and taking off, and being graceful and stuff, I'll be almost as good as you! Then we can go flying together!" Gala jumped up and down happily, her eight year old nature replacing her more mature demeanor. Windy giggled at the young pet's enthusiasm, her preoccupation forgotten.
"Keep practicing and you'll be doing great in no time. Your balance is really good too, most pets with new wings take weeks to get used to them. Hmm... I'm gonna go home, 'kay? Give me a holler if you need anything." Deep in thought, the white uni flew over to her own home and slipped through the trapdoor on her roof, the small padlock on it magically shutting behind her. Gala shrugged and spent the rest of the day floating on the breeze, not even realizing the winds were bending themselves to her will.
It didn't take long for Gala to get the hang of making a graceful feather-like landing, or to be able to leap into the air and let the wind catch her, without having to get a running start. With the winds aiding her, she could touch the leaves of Bramble's garden with the tips of her claws, skim over the waters of DewDrop's pond, dive and pull up into the air just before hitting the ground.
Meanwhile:
"I have never seen a pet like this! Your Majesty, tell me, have you seen any pets with a paw in each element?" Ren spoke to a mirror with a familiar purple faerie reflected in it's glass, rather than the brunette fae standing there.
"I've heard of pets that are multi-elemental, but I've never seen any with my own eyes. Keep an eye on her. Bring her up here to FaerieLand, if you can. I'd like to see about giving her formal training with the Fae, if she's as talented as you say." Fyora paused for a moment. "And there's no need to call me 'Your Majesty,' when there's no one else around, Ren. You were friends with my mother, and are certainly my elder, even if you do not look it. How is my mom, by the way? Everything alright in her home in the Lost Desert?"
"All fine and dandy." Ren grinned. "And the formality simply sticks after a time. Anyways, Gala - the pet - has another blessing, other than mine, as well."
"Another blessing? You mean one of my subjects encountered such a vastly magical pet and did not take her under her wing?" Fyora raised an eyebrow. Ren shook her head.
"Not of one of us. The blessing of a demon. A Pant Devil's blessing." Ren spoke calmly, but Fyora's eyes widened with disbelief. Ren continued, "And yet there is no sign of corruption that usually comes when such a blessing is given to a normal pet. Like the kind that comes with weak pets who have been blessed with a Dark blessing. As we both know, nothing is naturally evil. Not even the Dark Fae. We need to remember that. Speaking of Dark Fae, I heard you took a young Fae under your own powerful wings. What's her name again?" Ren inquired.
"Ah, that Fae? She's a young genius. She's discovered ancient spells and ruins that were uncharted before, and has created spells that are beyond powerful. It's most beneficial to Fae ties that she does not turn against us or Neopians. She could wreak horrible damage, with her intelligence, craftiness, and cunning. All wonderful qualities until they're tainted with evil." Fyora nodded to herself quietly.
"But what's her name?" Ren persisted, interested in this young prodigy.
"Rycio. But back to the main topic. Gala was blessed by a Pant Devil? What sort of blessing?" Fyora paused a moment in thought. "Malicious or benevolent blessing?"
"A bit of both. The blessing, or curse, take it as you will, is that of thievery. Gala has the abilities of a thief heightened: cunning, stealth, intuition, and nimble, of course. The downside is that she is more susceptible to corruption. But with proper training, she could probably become as powerful as one of the fae, perhaps even one of the Uber-Fae. She'd be like an Uber-Pet!" Ren smiled ecstatically. Fyora rolled her eyes.
"Sometimes I find it difficult to believe you are my elder, even if I did know you since I was born." Fyora smirked and Ren stuck her tongue out at the Faerie Queen. "Anyways, this Gala - it's so strange that she was named after my mother - I want you to train her in every manner you know how. Teach her as much as you possibly can out of your own knowledge. A multi-elemental pet could be a wonderful diplomat among the different types of Fae. When you've trained her in all the ways you can - I'm choosing you for this because, despite your silliness at times, you're still one of the wisest fae - bring her to Faerie Land. We'll see how things pan out after that. This kougra is very interesting. Keep up the good work with the Wandering Outcasts and tell me if anything else develops with this GalaLeFey."
"I'll keep my eye on her." Ren smiled.
"Well, I must be leaving now. The Earth Fae and Fire Fae are bickering: the fire fae, in one of their foolish tricks, accidently set an empty treehouse in the Earth Fae Forest on fire. They apologized profusely but... well, you know how Earth fae are. Stubborn as the earth itself." Fyora rolled her eyes and her image faded from the mirror, leaving Ren staring at her own reflection.
"I wish she'd give me a chance to say goodbye before she leaves..." Ren murmured as she walked over to her desk and picked up her notepad. "Well well, Gala, you are a curious pet. Already flying, from what WindDancer has told me. So much to do, so little time..." The Renegade Faerie sat on her bed, hunched over her notepad, muttering to herself, her wings lazily beating the air into tufts around her when she felt the room got too still. As the caravans shuddered along the roads, Ren's hand moved furiously over the paper, writing runes so quickly that the faint shimmer they left in the air while being penned lingered as she flipped the pages and filled them up. After a while of this, she glanced up at a bewitched map on her wall, the one the magical artificial intellegence of the caravan used to show her their destination. "Huh. The Mystery Island." Ren paused, remembering what Bramble had told her of the way Gala sometimes fell into the distinctive slang of the natives. "'Everything has a purpose and a place, even the darkness.' So, my enchanted caravan... What is the purpose of this excursion?"
Gala did as Windy said, and wondered at the last command, until the Cirrus suddenly moved beneath her, flying out into CaraTown. Gala got an aerial view of the entire town, and noticed the inside was simple a greatly enlarged caravan, just like Ren's... or were they themselves greatly shrunk? Gala had no idea. The light inside came from the ceiling, which was completely clear from the inside, revealing the sky above, though when Gala had been outside, the roof hadn't looked clear. 'Must be like some sort of one-way mirror or something.' Gala whooped with exhilaration as she moved through the air, her fur turning a gleeful shade of neon green.
"Close your eyes and spread your wings, Gala. Feel the air currents and how it rises and falls beneath your wings. Feel for thermals. It'll all come naturally!" WindDancer yelled up to the kougra. Gala complied. With the aide of the Cirrus, she focused on the moving air around her, and sensed rising currents and different forces pulling at her wings. After a few moments, she suddenly realized the Cirrus was no longer beneath her, that she was flying on her own. She cheered for herself, grinning. Windy blinked.
"Cirrus! You're not supposed to leave her until she's gotten the hang of flying perfectly!" Windy scolded the petpet and looked up at the flying kougra worriedly. The cloud whistled and howled, the language of the wind. "What do ya mean, she was ready? This is her first lesson! She can't be ready already!" Windy glanced up at Gala for a moment, and suddenly remembered the way Gala had shown remarkable abilities in her magic. "Or can she?" Windy shut he eyes, feeling the wind's movement. Strangely enough, the wind seemed to be trying to aide Gala, to make things easy for her, simply complying with her every action. Windy opened her eyes with shock. "No need to bend the wind to her will... or worry about how to move... if I hadn't caught her this morning, would she have been hurt? Or would the wind have helped her, protected her?" WindDancer paused, wondering aloud. As Gala glided back and landed next to her, falling the the roof with little grace, stumbling as she moved, Windy remained silent.
"What a rush! I didn't know it only took one lesson to learn to fly! It's so simple!" Gala gushed enthusiastically, spinning around happily. "Now if I work on landing and taking off, and being graceful and stuff, I'll be almost as good as you! Then we can go flying together!" Gala jumped up and down happily, her eight year old nature replacing her more mature demeanor. Windy giggled at the young pet's enthusiasm, her preoccupation forgotten.
"Keep practicing and you'll be doing great in no time. Your balance is really good too, most pets with new wings take weeks to get used to them. Hmm... I'm gonna go home, 'kay? Give me a holler if you need anything." Deep in thought, the white uni flew over to her own home and slipped through the trapdoor on her roof, the small padlock on it magically shutting behind her. Gala shrugged and spent the rest of the day floating on the breeze, not even realizing the winds were bending themselves to her will.
It didn't take long for Gala to get the hang of making a graceful feather-like landing, or to be able to leap into the air and let the wind catch her, without having to get a running start. With the winds aiding her, she could touch the leaves of Bramble's garden with the tips of her claws, skim over the waters of DewDrop's pond, dive and pull up into the air just before hitting the ground.
Meanwhile:
"I have never seen a pet like this! Your Majesty, tell me, have you seen any pets with a paw in each element?" Ren spoke to a mirror with a familiar purple faerie reflected in it's glass, rather than the brunette fae standing there.
"I've heard of pets that are multi-elemental, but I've never seen any with my own eyes. Keep an eye on her. Bring her up here to FaerieLand, if you can. I'd like to see about giving her formal training with the Fae, if she's as talented as you say." Fyora paused for a moment. "And there's no need to call me 'Your Majesty,' when there's no one else around, Ren. You were friends with my mother, and are certainly my elder, even if you do not look it. How is my mom, by the way? Everything alright in her home in the Lost Desert?"
"All fine and dandy." Ren grinned. "And the formality simply sticks after a time. Anyways, Gala - the pet - has another blessing, other than mine, as well."
"Another blessing? You mean one of my subjects encountered such a vastly magical pet and did not take her under her wing?" Fyora raised an eyebrow. Ren shook her head.
"Not of one of us. The blessing of a demon. A Pant Devil's blessing." Ren spoke calmly, but Fyora's eyes widened with disbelief. Ren continued, "And yet there is no sign of corruption that usually comes when such a blessing is given to a normal pet. Like the kind that comes with weak pets who have been blessed with a Dark blessing. As we both know, nothing is naturally evil. Not even the Dark Fae. We need to remember that. Speaking of Dark Fae, I heard you took a young Fae under your own powerful wings. What's her name again?" Ren inquired.
"Ah, that Fae? She's a young genius. She's discovered ancient spells and ruins that were uncharted before, and has created spells that are beyond powerful. It's most beneficial to Fae ties that she does not turn against us or Neopians. She could wreak horrible damage, with her intelligence, craftiness, and cunning. All wonderful qualities until they're tainted with evil." Fyora nodded to herself quietly.
"But what's her name?" Ren persisted, interested in this young prodigy.
"Rycio. But back to the main topic. Gala was blessed by a Pant Devil? What sort of blessing?" Fyora paused a moment in thought. "Malicious or benevolent blessing?"
"A bit of both. The blessing, or curse, take it as you will, is that of thievery. Gala has the abilities of a thief heightened: cunning, stealth, intuition, and nimble, of course. The downside is that she is more susceptible to corruption. But with proper training, she could probably become as powerful as one of the fae, perhaps even one of the Uber-Fae. She'd be like an Uber-Pet!" Ren smiled ecstatically. Fyora rolled her eyes.
"Sometimes I find it difficult to believe you are my elder, even if I did know you since I was born." Fyora smirked and Ren stuck her tongue out at the Faerie Queen. "Anyways, this Gala - it's so strange that she was named after my mother - I want you to train her in every manner you know how. Teach her as much as you possibly can out of your own knowledge. A multi-elemental pet could be a wonderful diplomat among the different types of Fae. When you've trained her in all the ways you can - I'm choosing you for this because, despite your silliness at times, you're still one of the wisest fae - bring her to Faerie Land. We'll see how things pan out after that. This kougra is very interesting. Keep up the good work with the Wandering Outcasts and tell me if anything else develops with this GalaLeFey."
"I'll keep my eye on her." Ren smiled.
"Well, I must be leaving now. The Earth Fae and Fire Fae are bickering: the fire fae, in one of their foolish tricks, accidently set an empty treehouse in the Earth Fae Forest on fire. They apologized profusely but... well, you know how Earth fae are. Stubborn as the earth itself." Fyora rolled her eyes and her image faded from the mirror, leaving Ren staring at her own reflection.
"I wish she'd give me a chance to say goodbye before she leaves..." Ren murmured as she walked over to her desk and picked up her notepad. "Well well, Gala, you are a curious pet. Already flying, from what WindDancer has told me. So much to do, so little time..." The Renegade Faerie sat on her bed, hunched over her notepad, muttering to herself, her wings lazily beating the air into tufts around her when she felt the room got too still. As the caravans shuddered along the roads, Ren's hand moved furiously over the paper, writing runes so quickly that the faint shimmer they left in the air while being penned lingered as she flipped the pages and filled them up. After a while of this, she glanced up at a bewitched map on her wall, the one the magical artificial intellegence of the caravan used to show her their destination. "Huh. The Mystery Island." Ren paused, remembering what Bramble had told her of the way Gala sometimes fell into the distinctive slang of the natives. "'Everything has a purpose and a place, even the darkness.' So, my enchanted caravan... What is the purpose of this excursion?"