REACH! For the stars~
WHO: Tenel Ka, YOU (open~)
LOCATION: The Quidditch Pitch
WEEK: 60
TIME: Friday, after class sometime.
WHAT: The one-armed princess has decided her flying skills are rusty.
RATING: A linefacer flying? G.
Tenel Ka had not yet had the time to explore the Hogwarts grounds, but the Quidditch Pitch was hard to miss once she made her way outside, Firebolt in hand. She had received several offers of assistance in the areas of practice and training since her arrival at the school, but it was not for Quiddith that she was heading towards the designated flying area. Having been so busy in recent months, she had not had the opportunity to simply fly in much too long.
Had her aim been Quidditch she would have used another broom of a more average make, but for pleasure flying, the Firebolt was acceptable. It was a matter of minutes to cross the grounds to the Pitch, the red-head taking it at a slow jog and keeping pace with the small elephant beside her.
I am fine to stay on the ground, Keslar assured her as they reached the Pitch, before she had a chance to ask herself. She gave him a nod in return, unfastening her cloak and letting it crumple to the ground as she swung a leg over her broom with the ease of long practice and kicked off.
Tenel Ka was not one to make sounds of excitement, but if a person had happened to be watching her face at the right moment, they might have seen her eyes close briefly in something like contentment. Right before she gripped the broom with her one hand and angled it sharply down, sending herself into a spinning dive.
LOCATION: The Quidditch Pitch
WEEK: 60
TIME: Friday, after class sometime.
WHAT: The one-armed princess has decided her flying skills are rusty.
RATING: A linefacer flying? G.
Tenel Ka had not yet had the time to explore the Hogwarts grounds, but the Quidditch Pitch was hard to miss once she made her way outside, Firebolt in hand. She had received several offers of assistance in the areas of practice and training since her arrival at the school, but it was not for Quiddith that she was heading towards the designated flying area. Having been so busy in recent months, she had not had the opportunity to simply fly in much too long.
Had her aim been Quidditch she would have used another broom of a more average make, but for pleasure flying, the Firebolt was acceptable. It was a matter of minutes to cross the grounds to the Pitch, the red-head taking it at a slow jog and keeping pace with the small elephant beside her.
I am fine to stay on the ground, Keslar assured her as they reached the Pitch, before she had a chance to ask herself. She gave him a nod in return, unfastening her cloak and letting it crumple to the ground as she swung a leg over her broom with the ease of long practice and kicked off.
Tenel Ka was not one to make sounds of excitement, but if a person had happened to be watching her face at the right moment, they might have seen her eyes close briefly in something like contentment. Right before she gripped the broom with her one hand and angled it sharply down, sending herself into a spinning dive.