Faolan couldn't force his smile back from whence it came when he saw Lucien excitedly rising into the air. It truly was a sight to behold, a nearly grown man flying with two six foot long wings sprouting out of his back. If Faolan hadn't seen the things he had seen, this would have knocked him flat. 

He watched a little nervously as Lucien rose into the air, and when the Frenchman tripped up, Faolan instinctively jumped to his feet to help if he was needed. It seemed that Lucien had caught himself, but Faolan watched all the same. 

Suddenly, he thought of his mother and if she could see this how vindicated she would feel. His smile turned slightly sad, but remained on his face at the thought of what she would say if she were here with them now.

He watched as Lucien rose higher and higher, and stepped forward, almost underneath him just to be sure he would be okay. At the height he was reaching, he would break the canopy soon. [color=a36209]"Don't get out of sight..."[/color] Faolan whispered to himself through gritted teeth.

And, of course, the inevitable did happen. Lucien was blasted by a gust of wind from the side and swerved off of his path. Faolan knew immediately that Lucien would not be able to right himself, and positioned himself under the lad as he plummeted toward the ground. A couple of sentences passed, and he held his arms out for Lucien. The Frenchman fell into them, and Faolan's braced knees barely moved with the impact,; wings and all, he was much lighter than the Irishman expected.

He looked down at Lucien, smiling a little more confidently now, [color=a36209]"Well, you really made bags of that."[/color] he said, clearly joking with him.