Spinnaker didn't really feel the need to test his magic. He felt like he'd find a time and place for it himself. "I don't really know what magic I'd use on the little guy."
It does seem a little rude, picking up some random little critter to use as a training dummy, but it's not like it's complaining about it. Maybe it'll be fine.
"Well Mossie, you are the one who caught it. How about you go first?" he offers, not sure of what else to do.
Manticore laughed.
It was a little bit of a loud sound--somewhere between a guttural draconic rumble and a big cat's yowl--and he shook himself, afterward, surprised to hear it coming from his own jaws. Well-... anyway.
That was his limited experience of the last ten minutes or so, anyway. And his experience back in Fornax, too.
His glance at Spinnaker was followed by a nod--he, too, had no idea what he'd want to use on the little mouse. This was more... well, Mossie's thing.
Nothing. A whole lot of nothing.
Spinnaker was starting to wonder if this whole magic thing was worth the time. Attempt after attempt was leading to nothing, or backfires, or more nothing. "Seems it's a fickle thing," he offers, not trying to discourage the others, even as it happens to him.
A sideways glance to Manticore doesn't give him any better ideas. "Maybe just keep trying? Or do it another time. I dunno."
Manticore stepped forward, draconic head dipping down and nostrils flaring as he took in the scent of the multiple, colorful fungi. He blinked.
Eyes narrowed as he glanced to Spinnaker.
He was starting to itch to move on, too. That drive to cause violence was rising in him--and so was hunger, and he didn't want to be around friends when he succumbed to that. Or rather, when he indulged. It wasn't directed at them--and anyway, he sort of felt like he needed a nap, after all this, too.
Mushrooms. Huh. Well, guess that is... interesting. "At least it seems to work, sometimes, " he offers, shrugging with a wing.
Though when they turn to look at him, he feels small. He's not sure why his magic would be interesting, but since they're curious...
He spreads his wings, trying to feel out the magic, pull at it. He's not sure how he's supposed to do this. He's never tried.
But sure enough, a breeze starts up, and Spinnaker finds himself instinctively jumping into the air, wind blowing him along as he gently glides up and around the other two.
While he waited for Mossie's input, Manticore found himself slowly being dragged down by a new sensation--one that sapped his energy and usurped his consciousness bit by bit. He found he did not like it.
It was just tiredness--a need for sleep--but the Valkhound did not know that. He could, however, feel that he was growing less... strong? Less capable of defending himself, for the moment. And instinct told him that the thing (sleep) that he'd need to do to fix it, should be done alone and somewhere safe. Maybe if he'd known these two better (and he did consider them friends already) he could have had the presence of mind to override that instinct. But for now, a growing grumpiness made him succumb.
He pushed up and shook himself, glancing around.
With that said, he turned--and barreled a few paces off before slowing, tail flicking behind him irritably as he made his way off to find someplace to sleep.
As he wheeled around in the air, Spinnaker looked down at Manticore. "Places to be, big guy?" he laughs, not making fun of him but just playing.
He does some aproximation of a grin - not much of one, due to his beak. "We'll meet again. Can't be that hard to find each other, can it?"
With that, he watches Manticore pounce away, before turning himself, and soaring off in search of nothing in particular.