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Vatheon Voicemail.

"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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Never.

[He doesn't even need the whole commune power. Just let him talk to hoofbeasts, he will be happy. As the whole herd makes themselves comfortable out on the sand of the beach, Darkleer approaches Summoner, trying not to feel too awkward as he reaches out with a wrinkled hand to hold his.]

Ready, then?

[There's another pluck of heart strings as Darkleer reaches for his hand. It's... strange, how feeble it feels in his hand, though he knows Darkleer's still capable of great feats of strength. And though he loves him it's still very odd to him, holding hands with someone so much physically older than himself, not enough to deter him of course, but he still notices.]

I am, let me see those bad boys, eh? See what I have to work with.

Alright. I apologize, they can't completely replicate your wings, especially with the modifications I had to make.

[From his sylladex, he pulls out what almost seems to be similar to a very flat backpack, straps wrapped up against it.]

To do that, I would have to implant something in your skin, but since this is only temporary, well..

[A back pack, something he hasn't been able to wear for a really long time. Summoner looks at it quizzically before taking it.]

[Oh, he startles at that, the idea of something being implanted in his back. . .]

Ah, n-no, I uh, I think this will be fine, on it's own, there's no need for something like that.

I know, that's why I'm not putting you on a surgical table.

[Keep up, Summoner. Idly patting a mare that has her head on his shoulder, Darkleer tries to reach over to help Summoner put it on- straps attaching to straps and such.]

Although there is one thing you'll need.

I know- just- [Euugh, shivers. Things piercing and damaging his back is not something he's interested in at all, and he'd like to not add to those vein like scars all over his back that showed back up when he arrived here for the second time. Thanks GHB...]

Hm? What? [Another glance, moving to pull on the pack with Darkleer's help.]

Hush, don't worry. [He'd kiss him on the cheek, but... Hm. Yeah.]

[He just finishes making sure everything is in place before he reaches up and removes his glasses. The sound of soft whirrs can be heard as the long bits of it pull back until they almost look normal. Then he puts them on Summoner's face, the lenses clearing and the extensions extending to latch onto his horns.]

This will help send the signals from your brains to the wings.

[Oh, now that's sad, Darkleer]

Huh- [Whoa... just, whoa, let him look around a little with this thing on. Weird...]

[He doesn't want to give old man kisses. U_U]

Heh.. Like them?

[It's not so bad. He might make fun of the Condesce for being an old hag but still...]

Yeah it's just, navigating these things. [Okay, getting the wings out, after a little trouble. He feels a little nervous, there's a snarling up in his stomach, almost like the first time he really tried to fly with his actual wings, but it doesn't hold him back and in moments he's propelling himself into the sky with-

some trouble. Damn, the steering on these things, he's, upside down.]

Damnit-

[He can't help it. He gives a slight chuckle before calling to him.]

Are you alright?

[The horses all watch with bated breath!]

Yes. I'm -I'm fine. [Just, let him try to balance out again, okay, right side up, he has to get used to the pace of these wings, they feel... so much heavier than he's used to.] How do I- ugh. [He needs them to open more, to get more air but they just keep hovering, eerrrrg.]

If they aren't good, Lysunder, you can come down.

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.]

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

[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.]

[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.]

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