[h2][color=6ecff6]Argleif Donchie[/color][/h2]
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	Argleif's footsteps sounded quietly off the ground as he walked away from the Encampment, small wisps of air twirling visibly between his fingers as he let out a slow breath, stopping in his tracks. His eyes closed as he inhaled deeply, then exhaled slowly. When his eyes opened they emanated a soft glow, revealing the birthmark on his pupils, indicating that he had tapped into his magic. A few eyes from the men surrounding him focused on the strange sight, the soft murmur of conversation fading as their heads turned to him in curiosity. Then, without a warning, the man before them disappeared in a gust of wind, the softly glowing trail of his eyes the only trace that he had been there at all.

	A soft smile of relief played upon his face as Argleif moved at incredible speed away from the camp, leaping into the air as he saw a training women do the same. Using a gust of strong wind, he flew past her, close enough that she could hear the breathy whisper of his voice.
[color=6ecff6]"Impressive."[/color]  

	He continued past her, landing softly about 50 metres away, rolling his shoulders as a chill went down his spine. There wasn't a better feeling in the world than letting the magic built up inside him release. It was like loosening a tight belt after a large meal, or sitting down after a tiring day's labor. It was something that reminded him home, of his missed Eldest and the playful training of his younger years.

	After the comforting ebb of pleasure subsided, he began to move in the way he had always known. The pleasure returned as he began to move the air around him, dancing with the wind as it began to grow from a breeze to a roar at the tips of his fingers. The sand below his feet stayed still, as his control prevented the growth of any wind unwanted. As his arms pulled and manipulated the roar of wind around him, he began to move his feet and legs as well, wind rushing upwards from beneath him. 

	His robes billowed as he closed his eyes in concentration, feeling himself slowly lift from the ground as he concentrated the massive forces of wind to lift him, propelling himself high into the air before slowing to a stop. He hovered there for a moment, making sure he was balanced before he began to move himself forward, flying slowly. With another deep breath he pivoted his body forward until his stomach was parallel with the ground below him, sweat dripping down his brow from the exertion, he shudder with anticipation before propelling himself forward at the speed of a galloping horse.

	Despite the roaring volume of the winds, which could likely be heard as far as the encampment, the sound was ignored by Argleif. Serenity the only thing present in his mind as he began to further manipulate the wind, lowering himself steadily until he was only a few metres from the ground, and with a strenuous burst of energy he propelled himself high into the air, disappearing from the sight of any observers above the clouds.

	Within a moment he returned, falling head-first towards the ground at incredible speeds, only slowing his descent moments before he reached the ground, swirling his body back up and landing softly with open, glowing eyes on the cool desert sands.