Vatheon Voicemail.

[rebull]

"Heeeey, Lysunder's voicemail here, and if you weren't looking for me, well then lucky you, leave a message anyway and maybe it will be the start of something revolutionary. Beep."

For the record, that first beep was him just saying beep. The real beep is in a few seconds.

-Beep.-

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[rebull]

Hell no! [Man, he is not going to let these things beat him. He's just too used to how his old wings worked, he needs to just- forget about that for now and focus.]

[Summoner sighs, closing his eyes for a moment. Slowly he stops, just hovering, okay, hovering, he's got this. Another breath and he opens his eyes, the wings slow down a little, getting closer to land. Okay, check, now to just open them a bit more and quickly flap them and-

yesss, faster, and higher! Just a little to the left, but he can work on his aim.]

[Pyral's watching too, a bit off, but, watching. He looks like such a moron.]

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[aim_exorable]

[Yes. Yes he does look like a moron. Such a pitiful determined little moron. Darkleer's heart can't take this.]

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[rebull]

[I know they've been lacking any alone romantic time this past week, but try not to get too mushy down there while he gets the hang of these robotic wings. Which seems to be happening fast, already flying in circles- though hat may or may not be intentional, it's difficult to tell with how high he is now.]

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[aim_exorable]

[It is too late to say that, because Darkleer is mushy all the time. Still, he manages to keep it quiet, settling down with the horses to watch Summoner and make sure he doesn't fall to his death.]