James had been hanging out in front of the tunnel until now. He'd studied birds as they took off and landed, watching them flit back and forth, and now he was confident he could try. He inhaled and spread his wings, taking off at a gallop across the stone. Jumping as high as he could, he brought his wings down, eyes clenching shut. He soared into the air, wings holding strong, carrying him higher and higher.

His eyes opened and he gasped, laughing gleefully as he flapped, head craned forward and his tail feathers spread, his hind legs out behind him and his front legs tucked up. His hind legs acted as rudders, the feathers on his ankles helping him steer. He swooped down and into the cavern, fluttering his wings like he saw a larger bird do, landing softly. He'd done it!

Trotting forward, he shook his wind-blown mane back into a comfortable position, a grin on his face. He made his way a bit further, intending on trying again, before he heard hooves on rock and ice.

"... Hello?", he called out, head turned further into the tunnel, "Who's there?"

A voice!

James drifted forward and readied his magic, struggling to see in the slight gloom. A wisp burst into being, glowing brightly like a flame. It illuminated the tunnel, and he hummed gently, pleased. He flew forward, the wisp floating with him, and made his way forward, hoping he wasn't hearing things.

A small filly appeared from out of the gloom, and he landed, rather... shocked.

"... Hello," he said softly, making his way forward slowly, careful of the ice, "Are you alright? You're... shivering."

He floated the wisp closer, even though it didn't give off heat. He didn't have anything that would grant that ability, other than his wings. Though he didn't want to intrude and possibly invade her personal space by snuggling the filly up in his fluffy feathers.

"You must be cold. Come, Orion is at the end of the tunnel, where I came from. It's warmer there, and I can give you blankets if you follow me," he said.

James nodded gently and raised a wing, very slowly draping it over Stormy's body. The underside was warm, like a heated blanket. James himself ran hot, too, and his fur coat kept away the chill, for the time being.

"What's your name, little one?", he asked, "My name's James."

The wisp lead the way through the tunnel, guided by his magic. He helped the filly up the slippery slopes, towards Orion. It wouldn't be long before they reached the cave. It was concerning how cold the other was, but she was still shivering, which was a good sign. She still had energy. Once they got home, he'd put some food into her.

"Do you like fruit?", he asked, hooves firm and steady on the rock, familiar with what spots were slippery and which ones weren't.

James lead her forward and out of the tunnel, taking a few moments to stand outside it and ruffle his feathers further to allow him to heat up even further. He glanced at Stormy and then at the wisp, and huffed.

"It's mine," he said, "I can use magic, but I don't think I'm inherently 'magic' myself."

He tucked her further into his side and hummed softly, "Well... fruit is a soft kind of food. Typically it's very very sweet and delicious, though there are sour or bitter kinds, like lemons and limes. Though when we get somewhere safe, I'll give you the nice kind."

He swished his tail back and forth idly, making his way further into Orion.