The roar of the falls around him were very loud. He hadn't even heard Matthias approach on the wing. Malachi only knew he was there, when he saw him floating on the wing in front of him.
They were conjuring elements of electricity, blasting sone side of the rock, sending smaller bits below. Some of them tumbling off to the side, some of then splashing loudly and foaming up into the water.
The teen lifted his head and nodded "yes, I saw what you did there." Malachi mused, increasing his legs and sitting up.
Malachi looked up as the other started to circle him from above. Part of him thought to leap up and shred a mouthful just to keep him down. "How about you land, pony boy!" He remarks with a smirk, glancing at the hooves above him.
Malachi sighed and let his magic unfurl. Feathered wings like that of his father would sprout into view. At first they are wet and sloppy; like a bird stuffed under the water, so Malachi took a long moment to groom the.. "I hiked up here you know." He admits to not using his wings. In fact, he couldn't recall a time he had. Using your wings made you weak-- sometimes, he liked his strength more inside his limbs. "In fact... I don't think I've even flown before." Malachi eyed the bluff and it's cliffs. It was wide enough- and no one else aas around. "Maybe you can help me Help you sparks. I need to learn how to fly...what do you want?" He was quick and to the point: evident the boy had many issues to work through in life without his dad.
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