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Gaucho watched as Ranjiri took to the skies, and again images of her flashed before his eyes. Images of her wobbling to become airborne, images of her coasting only to fall, and images of her radiant youthful smile as pride seemingly overflowed from her very core. Now that same dark face and those same red eyes appeared so much older, wiser yes, but also more sad. Ranjiri had already dealt with so much in her short life .. though none of that pain showed now. Instead, there was only a tentative bravery.
Gaucho easily coasted on the thermals, using his larger wings to maximize the warm winds that helped keep him relatively still. As she mentioned she wanted him to fight her, Gaucho puffed air out of his nostrils in amused surprise, chuckling as she quickly qualified her statement.
I want you to teach me to fight.
The Wildfire regarded her silently for a moment, as if he needed to consider her proposal. Everyone in the herd - Ranjiri especially - should know that free lessons were always willingly given out. That there was hesitation in her voice was something Gaucho would need to correct--
--but later.
Quietly Gaucho hovered, waiting to see how she would respond to his silence and his stillness. Then, after a moment, he suddenly moved in a flurry of fire and blackened feathers. Beat one: his wings, previously beating slowly and rhythmically suddenly shot forward, throwing a wall of fire. However his aim was not to hit Ranjiri with it, but to ignite and heat the air directly beneath her. It should force her body upwards slightly as her wings cupped the burst of hot air. Beat two: His wing joints rotated so that his next wing beat would propel him forwards once again, hopefully straight into Ranjiri. While he couldn't predict how she would cope with the sudden burst of air beneath her, his bulk compared to hers almost guaranteed that some part of him would strike her. Raising his forelegs as he flew forward, he meant to use them to shove her back in the air by pushing and striking out at her chest.
In his antlers, Mara hissed loudly. She would not strike out at the hybrid mare who she still thought of as a foal, no matter how badly she wanted to have a real lesson. Her poison was far too strong - especially in the air - to be used unwisely. However that didn't mean she wasn't going to participate. Her hissing was loud - nearly obnoxious - as her gun-steel body slithered forward onto the top tines of Gaucho's antlers. She tried to distract the tri-coloured mare as much as she possibly could with her frightening sounds.
"Lesson one-" Gaucho grunted over Mara's wails, "-always be ready."
Adrenaline was already flooding his system, but that wasn't the only chemical which was altering his mood. He felt pride. Pride at seeing Ranjiri grow to adulthood on the bloody sands, pride that she overcome the death of both her brother and her father, and was still able to make her own way in the world. Pride that she could seek him out for training lessons to be stronger. To improve. Whether she won or lost today, she had already done everything Gaucho could have asked for her.
The rest was just riding the learning curve.
WC: 557
Attack: 1.3
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the beginning [gaucho]
