Lucien didn't speak for a while, mostly because he wanted to give Faolan whatever time he needed to process all this. It was.. a lot to take in, but he was relieved by the reaction. There was a part of him that should have expected this from a man who tended not to question things. The smile Faolan gave him immediately eased all of his nerves, making him let out a breath he hadn't realized he was even holding. 

When Faolan broke the silence, golden eyes shifted toward the sky, and then back at him. This was what he had wanted to do, and now that he was about to he almost couldn't restrain the excitement. For a moment he had forgotten how to even do it. It had been a long time after all. He flapped his wings a few times, wanting to calculate his control over them. It really had been too long. It almost felt foreign to him. When he was a child he remembered he had flown around his room with ease. He tried to remember that feeling as he quickened his pace. Leaves and dust rose from the air as he did so, and then his feet finally lifted from the ground. The feeling had been much too weird, the weight having shifted in a way he hadn't expected. His body bent fell forward, but his elevation from the ground kept it from actually colliding with it.

[color=burlywood]"I-It's been a while."[/color] He said, a little embarrassed. The man's body was practically parallel to the ground, but he tried to straighten out a little before going higher. [color=burlywood]"There's.. certainly a lot more weight to balance out than when I was a kid."[/color] He said a little jokingly. Once he got the hang of it a little more, he went higher. The forest they were in had a lot of tall tree's so there wasn't much to worry about in terms of being seen over them. He wasn't sure how high he wanted to go either. He stopped thinking about it the more of a grasp he got on the movement. His expression brightened up. In the enclosed space of his room he had never been able to go this high before. 

[color=burlywood]"It's a lot windier up here!"[/color] He commented. Considering his only true experience of flight was indoors, it wasn't something he had really been expecting. Having to focus on the movements of his own body, his wings, and the trajectory of the wind was a lot more work than he had thought. It was also a lot colder too. As he tried to make his way further up toward the higher ends of the tree's, a strong gust of wind hit him. It caught him off guard and threw him off balance and knocked him off his trajectory, causing him to begin to fall. He tried to straighten his wings, but it was a lot harder to do with the force of the fall working against him. Having resigned himself being unable to recuperate, he simply braced himself for impact.