"I don't get it," Teba muttered irritably.

"You're thinking too much," Revali replied, surprisingly calm. "Don't think so much about how to create the gale. Focus on the feeling of the wind in your feathers, how the air carries you upward faster than you ever thought possible."

Rolling his eyes, Teba flapped again, feeling himself lift off slightly but otherwise unsuccessful yet again.

"I didn't expect you to give up so quickly," his old master said cooly.

The white-feathered Rito was silent for a moment. "I'm surprised you would be teaching me this technique. I'd assumed you would make me figure it out on my own."

"I always meant to teach you." Revali sounded oddly… proud. "You were my only student and, in my youth, I hadn't exactly planned on having chicks of my own."

Teba merely raised a brow, deciding against reminding the Champion that he was still considered a youth by their people. And that he, his former pupil, was now substantially older than his former master. Then again, even though he now stood head and shoulders over Revali, he couldn't help but feel a sense of deference toward the navy-feathered Rito.

And, Revali was still the superior archer. The gap that had existed in Teba's youth had shrunk considerably since his teacher's disappearance but it still existed. And, seeing as he wanted his child to surpass not only himself but Revali as well, it only made sense to resume his training.

Even so, he often found himself experiencing a strange mix of amusement and annoyance with a fair amount of awkwardness sprinkled in. The Rito Champion was still regaining memories and trying to redefine his place, both in the village and in the lives of those he had left behind. Teba, on the other hand, found himself struggling between following his master around as he had as a child and remaining his own man, stubborn one that he was. Thankfully, Saki and Tulin were present to help keep him grounded and remind him of his life without Revali.

Of course, it also helped that Revali was not only a different person than he remembered but had a wife and child of his own to attend to, along with his new responsibilities as a flight instructor. Though it was a slow process, they were learning to be friends rather than master and apprentice. Granted, Teba did still show up for their private training sessions and Revali demanded the utmost respect during that time, even if he was a bit more relaxed than in their younger years.

"So, what? I was meant to carry on your legacy?" Teba asked with a chuckle. That couldn't possibly be what he had meant but it was an amusing thought.

And one that appealed to him as well. He was not shy about this desire to surpass his former master and become a revered warrior in his own right. Still, it was considered an honor in any culture when one was given the responsibility of carrying the legacy, especially when that someone had attained the status the Rito Champion had.

"Yes."

Teba did a double-take as Revali folded his wings behind his back and walked along the edge of the clearing.

"That's why I intended to teach you to make use of my Gale. So that you could carry my legacy properly and…" he stopped, holding a wing towards Teba as he glared at him steadfastly. "So that you may one day surpass me."

Teba stared, dumbfounded. After a moment, he let out a small chuckle that eventually evolved into a hearty laugh. It seemed that, even with a more calm and collected demeanor, he still enjoyed indulging in theatrics every now and again.

"I don't believe I said anything funny," Revali snapped hotly.

"Very well," Teba replied with a competitive sneer. "I'll master your Gale, then surpass you, Master."

It was Revali's turn for a laugh. "You didn't think it would be so simple as mastering the Gale, did you? I'm already developing new techniques that will make the Gale look like child's play."

Teba's eye twitched at the news. He knew all too well that his former master, for all of his gusto, only made such statements when he was ready to back the claim. It seemed the gap between them was larger than he thought.

His eyes narrowed as the Rito Champion smirked. Evidently, Revali had noticed his irritation at being left behind yet again.

"I may let you help me further develop these skills," the Champion stated with a shrug, "assuming you can master the Gale before I finish them."

"Fine," Teba growled. "Let's get back to work."