The next morning, Professor Sycamore woke up and was greeted to the sight of a very excited Lysandre, his tail wagging from side to side at a ridiculously fast speed. "Good morning, Professor! Some breakfast?" he said. "Thank you, Lysandre," Professor Sycamore replied before continuing. "But why are you up so early? Don't you usually get up at around 8 or 9 am?" Lysandre nodded before speaking again. "Of course I do! The reason why I woke up earlier is this: I want to learn how to fly, Augustine. Will you teach me?" Professor Sycamore could only stare dumbfounded before he mulled over his friend's question. If he was a wyvern, shouldn't he have the know-how to fly? If so, why was he so acrophobic? It had only been a month and a half since Lysandre had turned into a dragon.
After a while, he came up with an idea. "You know Drasna, right?" he asked. Lysandre's ears pricked up and he listened intently. "I believe so. Isn't she a member of the Elite Four here?" Lysandre asked. "Yep. She has a Noivern, so you could take inspiration from it. If I can contact her, then we could potentially arrange a couple of flying lessons. What do you think?" Professor Sycamore explained to his friend. Of course, Lysandre agreed to the arrangement and thought of all the opportunities that opened up for him while Professor Sycamore arranged flying lessons with Drasna. Soon enough, he looked at Lysandre with an excited gleam in his eyes. "Well, my friend, you're going to have lessons!" In gratitude, Lysandre hugged his friend tightly and responded with a thousand "thank you"s and "you're the best"s.
So it was settled. One flying lesson a week would be inserted into Lysandre's daily schedule.
A week later, at Victory Road, Lysandre had his first session in learning how to fly from Drasna. "So how do I start to fly?" Lysandre asked nervously. Drasna didn't respond right away, but she outstretched both of Lysandre's wings and inspected the membranes that filled in the spaces between his fingers. "Hmmmm…" Drasna thought intently. "When was the last time you flew, my draconic friend?" Lysandre could only manage a simple "I have never flown before" before Drasna continued. "You haven't flown before? Well, we shall change that today. What do you say?" Drasna soon released her Noivern from one of the Pokéballs she had on hand. "Noivern shall help."
For the next hour, Lysandre learned how to fly, even if it was only for a few seconds. As the weeks went by, he got to become more proficient in flight and managed to fly higher and longer every time, so he improved by leaps and bounds!
After one particularly great lesson, Lysandre had the bright idea to put his skills to good use by flying back to his own house in the hopes of impressing Professor Sycamore. He prepared by outstretching his wings and letting his legs enter a wide, yet balanced stance. He then flapped once, twice, three times and was soon airborne. With the wind ruffling his hair and passing over his scales, he felt euphoria. Why had he been scared of flying all this time? In happiness, Lysandre made a loud and celebratory roar that was reminiscent of a Pyroar. He passed towns and cities and made tricks in the air before heading to Lumiose City. There, the people looked up to see a large, black, orange-maned dragon flying overhead.
Eventually, Lysandre reached his home and slowed down his flight speed to prevent a crash landing. Professor Sycamore opened the door and found an exhausted, yet ecstatic, Lysandre smiling. "Did you have a good flight lesson?" Professor Sycamore asked, cocking an eyebrow. "You should've seen me, Professor! It felt euphoric! I-I just felt like I needed to fly!" Lysandre continued to ramble on about flying while Professor Sycamore got to work brushing his friend's hair. "Well, I'm glad you found out that you enjoy flying. Imagine if we had romantic flights together. Wouldn't that be nice?" Professor Sycamore asked dreamily. "Romantic flights?" Lysandre asked, genuinely curious. His friend didn't respond, but sighed happily at the idea of riding a wyvern. Of course, they would have romantic flights, but in terms of saddling a large dragon, things would have to be arranged.