[color=D6CC88]Ethan tried to encourage her, but while she appreciated the effort Amuné still didn't find herself particularly eager for her next lesson. Why couldn't she have Kensen teach her like the others? She glanced across the yard to where he was overseeing Nymira, though they looked like they were about done. Maybe he would teach her if she asked -- and there was something else she'd been meaning to ask him too. She stood and trotted over to the Dimuran, tugging gently at his shirt to get his attention. "Mr. Kensen?" the girl asked, clasping her hands behind her back. "Uh, I was wondering...." She trailed off, not sure if it was okay to ask him to teach her to fight when he had others to work with, and when the lady in charge had already decided things. She set that question aside for the moment, and instead asked the one she'd had since she first saw him. "Ah, canIseeyourwings? Please?" Okay, so it was an odd thing to ask, but Kensen just come swooping out of nowhere that day, and he'd looked pretty awesome doing it, too. Her eyes went round with awe as he unfurled them, and even with her hands initially clasped behind her back she only remembered just in time not to touch without permission. Amuné looked up at him for approval, and once she had it she finished reaching out to gently run her fingertips along the edge of the nearest digit. "Whoa...." She didn't want to impose too much, so the girl dropped her hand before long, but she was still fascinated. "What's flying like?" she asked. "I always wondered -- Daddy makes kites and things, and I always thought that maybe if I made a really big one that maybe I could fly too, but it'd be impossible to control without magic, and Daddy says it wouldn't be strong enough to hold up a person." She blushed -- it was a childish fantasy, and she hadn't really meant to share, but flying seemed so cool that it had just sorta slipped out. At least she hadn't mentioned that she'd pretend she [i]could[/i] fly when she was younger. That was horribly embarrassing.[/color]