Once Knell had learned how to not only fly, but soar, there was little that could stop him from dipping and diving through the vast obstacle course that made up Leo. He pushed himself now more than he had ever pushed himself, his pride demanding him to become better and stronger. How many cycles had he wasted? His wings strained with the effort of carrying his body, but sweeping low to the surface of Leo's waters, if he became too tired he could simply crash without too much concern.

As long as he didn't crash headfirst into one of the stone pillars that he was weaving in and about, nearly clipping his wings on two that made for a more narrow passage than he had estimated. The more he pushed himself, however, the more energy he found. Feeling a splurge of energy, he slapped his wings hard, sending a spray of water as he rose, climbing higher and higher. He spun as he went, feathers rustling noisily in the wind.

How far could he push himself? He wondered as he reached a new height, flaring out his wings with a snort and a gasp for breath as he surveyed the vast waters of Leo's shore. He hung there only for a moment. Then he dove again, gaining such speed and momentum that he thought he may never stop again. He tucked his wings as he arced around several of the stone spires, straightening out to slice a wave with his talons. He grinned and let loose a roar, climbing again and this time doing a somersault, twisting his body this way and that against the wind currents.

Laughter peeled from his throat, as he swept up into the sky once more, and then dove again, this time flaring out his wings to catch himself as he tore through the air toward the sea below. His talons outstretched, he hit the water with a sploosh, having slowed himself just enough to avoid hurting himself but with just enough speed to send up a massive tidal wave in his wake. He surfaced and shook out his feathers, eyes gleaming.

This was what it was all about.

@Laika

Since hatching, Laika found it hard to stay in one place for all that long. Since then, their restless travels had lead then nearly in a loop- although they hadn't yet returned to Ursa, nor did they have any particular desire to.

As far as they were concerned, Leo was pretty nice! Lots of trees, lots of space. And the water here was FAR nicer, clear and pleasant, and the sand FAR less annoying than Cetus's muck. At the moment, Laika was experimenting with their gills, practicing breathing in the water and splashing around in the shallower parts of the bay.

The huge shape soaring above didn't escape their attention, though. Laika would pause, entranced, watching the chicken-dragon dive and soar at impressive, mind-boggling speeds. The roar was loud enough that she heard it even from the shore, and she watched, entranced, as he spiraled and flipped and then dove towards the water again. The dragon disappeared into the water.

And then a massive wave was roaring towards her. Uh oh.

Laika was too soggy and waterlogged to lift off into the air, so she ducked under the water and dove deep to avoid being washed away. She could feel the tumultuous current above, like a strong wind ruffling her feathers. She stayed underwater for a long moment, eyes scrunched shut against the burning seawater, waiting. Theoretically she could stay down there forever, but Laika had absolutely no desire to.

She would wind her way over to Knell, staring with luminious crimson [and slightly salt-irritated] eyes.

"That was a big wave." She said, simply.

@Knell