He grinned at her, he couldnÂ’t help but enjoy her girlish attitude. He hid his disappointment when she said she had seen it before. He smiled at her with her face. He was an exact mirror image of her. Only he didnÂ’t stand like a girl and his wings were flapping. He wasnÂ’t used to having any. He didnÂ’t freak out when she flipped the rock over either. He was used to Telekinesis, he couldnÂ’t understand it was for people who had big minds. That made sense to him. "Ha good trick, how much can you lift with it" he said challengingly. His own form was becoming impatient, ripples were flowing over his skin and every so often his face changed or flicked into ist old form for a moment. He was a bit impatient and it was showing. he flowed back into his old form.
She smiles, and looks around. She says,"How much can I lift? I can show you if I can find the right thing." She looks around, and a thought passes through her head, and she starts to grin. She says, with twinkling eyes,"Don't change out of this form, for a minute please." She concentrates, and in the next moment, he raises off the ground, and after a minute he is lowered back to the ground.
He was puzzled for a moment when she was looking around at him and then had that evil grin. I took his slow mind to figure out what she was saying. He would have freak out if he wasnÂ’t afraid. He was trying to be a man about it though, he kept his eyes firmly looking at the ground, yet nearly screamed when it started moving away. Instead he just looked at the sky which wasnÂ’t to bad, his head was spinning though. He started moving again and his stomach lurched in about twenty different ways. He coughed a bit as his stomach put him through hell. He would have throw up all over the floor if he was still in the air but his feet firmly touched down and he collapsed sitting down onto the bench. He smiled weakly and tried to look like he enjoyed it. "Wow that was kinda weird" He couldnÂ’t really think of a way to describe it without swearing blue murder. He wasnÂ’t comfortable with flying without no control.
She laughs, and says,"Sorry, I couldn't help it. I won't do it again if you prefer me not to." She sits on the ground facing the bench, and watches him quietly.
He smiled at her soft laughter and couldnÂ’t help but grin at how small she looked on the ground. His stomach still felt like it was not part of his body. It groaned and gurgled, he burped out loud. He looked at her weakly. "Erm I think I should be going now. IÂ’m not feeling to good." He didnÂ’t want to puke on her, she was so small she might drown. His head was spinning even worst now and as he dragged his aching body up wards it felt like the blood drained from his brain. He felt so weak. He fell down to the ground with a thump, landing face first in the dirt.
He used the last of his energy to roll over, his muscles ached with every movement and every pressure. He landed flat on his back facing up at her, he smiled weakly. He didnÂ’t think so but he wasnÂ’t entirely sure what was happening, he felt like his stomach had been turned inside out and plastered on the inside of his body. He gargled up at her a bit. "Erm yeah maybe, if I donÂ’t get mugged" he said weakly, he tried to smile at his attempt on humour. Then again, was genuinely worried about the muggers, he was in a rough place and they wouldnÂ’t hesitate to kill him a take all his things. He growled stupidly in protest.
She looks at him, with a worried look on her face. She asks,"Is there a place, that maybe I can help get you to, that is a little safer?" She sits down, and waits for a response, from him.
He frowned looking past her at the sky, one of the clouds look suspiciously like a monkey swinging on a banana. He was trying to shoot it out of the sky with his hand, pretending it was a gun when her words sunk in. "Oh I have a flat, erm room 68 at the Gravor hotel." He said as if it was just a casual fact. He was trying to pop clouds out of the world, then he heard a funny sound. He realised he was burping. He laughed loudly at his rudeness. He felt weird.
She stands up and concetrates. She says,"Ok you will have to give me directions." She starts to fly slowly, lifting him in front of her. She pauses, waiting for instructions, of which way to go.
He let out a loud groan as his stomach lurched around again, the unfamiliar lifting sensation, like being hit in the stomach and pulled upwards at the same time. He feebly summoned his strength to lift a finger and point in the direction of his hotel. His effort drained and his finger dropped again, even that small effort had felt like a strenuous muscle exercise. "Just go down their, then left then straight along, you will see some cheap hotel along their. That ones mine" His croaky voice betraying his pride by showing his current weakness. He couldnÂ’t imagine how odd it must look to the people around him, being carried off by a tiny dragon. He would move after this, his reputation would never be the same. He groaned out loud at the horrible sensation. He hated every moment but it was better than death, yet he vowed never to fly again after this.
She quickly moved following the directions that he gave. She gets to the building, and finds the right door. She pushes open the door, and sets him down gently. She shuts the door, and kneels next to him. She asks,"Can I do anything to help?"
He looked up at her wide eyed. His ordeal was finally over, he put his hand on the ground and heaved himself up. He grinned at her and steadied himself up. He looked at her again and smiled as his strength was getting back to him. "No ist fine, my room is just up here, I should probably go. But if you even need anything just ask, I own you my life." He said very seriously. He did owe her his life, without her he would be dead on the streets. Mugged and beaten for a pocket full of cash. "So I'll guess I'll see you around."
She stands up, and walks to the door. She says,"Alright, try and take care of yourself. I will leave so you have some piece." She looks over at him, and gives a smile, before she opens the door and walks out, closing the door behind her.
He slowly staggered up the stairs and opened his room. He was getting better slowly. He layed down on his bed and stared at the craked ceiling. Letting out a groan. OOC END
