Theron lay on the back of a bird soaring through the air. His hands were behind his head, one leg crossed over the other, and Alpha acted as one of the softest pillows he had ever used.
Whether it was the beaming sunlight or the harsh winds, neither seemed to be bothering him at all.
He opened an eye to see Ayame cultivating nearby with a very focused look on her face. She seemed to be struggling to deal with the bird's speed and the cold of the wind. Unfortunately, he had tried to help earlier, only to be viciously rejected. In fact, it seemed to have made her quite mad.
From what Theron could tell, she didn't actually think that she could deal with it easily on her own. She was just very angry that he was interrupting her chance at training.
This was the most personally Theron had ever seen her take anything. But he had a feeling that this probably wasn't an isolated incident.
