Hemlock, the small owl, was perched in a tree and hopping nervously - torn between disobeying Alysanne and going to find Iona to put a stop to this whole thing and lingering so that he could put a stop to it himelf. King or not, he imagined that this stallion would look much better without one of his eyes. That violent thought dragged Alysanne’s attention away from Tembovu, who had been explaining how he had never trained someone with wings before, and she sought out the small owl to shake her head at him quickly. She had no intention of asking him to intervene in this, she wanted to learn, after all - and she was likely going to have to get hurt in order to do that.

With her focus back on the stallion before her as he turned to face her, she concentrated on not trembling - the excitement and fear growing in her. Asking had been the hard part and now that he had accepted - a small, fearful smile at the word ‘victim’ the only response she could muster. It brought to mind the quest that the Moon Goddess had asked of her long ago, the one that she had since abandoned. She had been asked to intentionally bring harm upon someone else and she had shied away from that deed and yet here she was. But her intention in the early, misty morning was not to cause harm but to learn.

When he didn’t make the first move, Alysanne froze. How was she supposed to learn anything when he wasn’t even teaching her what to do first. “You want… me to start?!” She asked incredulously, shaking her head as she stepped back away from him. But just the one hoof moved, though, because there she hesitated as she remembered that she was the one that initiated this topic, she was the one that had sought him out for help and training. It seemed absolutely ridiculous to her that this could be his method of “teaching” but she wasn’t willing to call off the whole thing right then because she was a little perturbed by his choice.

Her green eyes were wary as she moved, remembering how he had commented on how he had never talked a winged one to fight and hesitantly thinking this might be something she could use to her advantage. Not that she knew how to use her wings to fight but she didn’t have much else - he had a good 2 hands of height on her and more weight. As she stepped forward, angling just a little away from the pond and intending to pass to Tembovu’s left, she unfurled her wings and beat at the air once. Alysanne hoped to just catch him in the head with the lighter edge of her wing, with nothing but feathers, as a ‘look this is my “attack” now please show me what to do'.

A: 1/3
WC: 492
Summary: Alysanne moves toward Tembovu and beats her wings, hoping to catch her right wing against his head