Grimm follows their gesture, and watches idly for a moment or two as they begin the climb. My, but it would be hard to forget they could tear him to pieces when their wings are doing that.
He would be glad of the opportunity to show off exactly what he can do, if not for the fact that most of what he can do is hidden away somewhere he can't quite access at the moment.
This also makes the next task somewhat more annoying than it should be. Grimm regards the high wall, expressionless.
"Trifling," he decides, though who this is for isn't clear.
Grimm is already learning not to reach for the flame. It is buried too deep wherever it is, and trying to throw himself into a teleport would not end elegantly. Still, he is to make an impression on this shadow, be it for better or worse - and it wouldn't do to fall behind. (Certainly not too far. The draw to follow is insistent.)
He flares his arms instead, sweeping the cloak of his wings away and behind, and leaps. With longer limbs and more of himself to throw into acrobatics, Grimm keeps pace easily, jumping to footholds the Knight struggled to reach without their Wings, and occasionally scurrying tight to the wall. He sails over the top edge only a moment behind them, wings catching the air and flaring out as he drops into a perfect pointed landing and snaps back into posture.
Grimm can keep pace. There's one point made. (What use have they for him, anyway? He isn't sure whether to dread the finding out, and for now there's nothing else to do but be compliant.)
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Date: 2023-10-15 05:51 pm (UTC)He would be glad of the opportunity to show off exactly what he can do, if not for the fact that most of what he can do is hidden away somewhere he can't quite access at the moment.
This also makes the next task somewhat more annoying than it should be. Grimm regards the high wall, expressionless.
"Trifling," he decides, though who this is for isn't clear.
Grimm is already learning not to reach for the flame. It is buried too deep wherever it is, and trying to throw himself into a teleport would not end elegantly. Still, he is to make an impression on this shadow, be it for better or worse - and it wouldn't do to fall behind. (Certainly not too far. The draw to follow is insistent.)
He flares his arms instead, sweeping the cloak of his wings away and behind, and leaps. With longer limbs and more of himself to throw into acrobatics, Grimm keeps pace easily, jumping to footholds the Knight struggled to reach without their Wings, and occasionally scurrying tight to the wall. He sails over the top edge only a moment behind them, wings catching the air and flaring out as he drops into a perfect pointed landing and snaps back into posture.
Grimm can keep pace. There's one point made. (What use have they for him, anyway? He isn't sure whether to dread the finding out, and for now there's nothing else to do but be compliant.)