Lucien smiled upon Faolan's belief in him. He was sure he could too, and he certainly looked forward to learning. 

[color=burlywood]"Okay, then I look forward to learning from you, and I guess also teaching you."[/color] He said with a small chuckle as they continued to walk through the forest. 

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Faolan's expectation had been correct. In the year that followed, Lucien had made huge progress in the language, and in learning other things, too. The two men had already established a relatively good routine while on the road together. When they were in town they would focus on earning money, and the times that they were on the road or traversing through forests, Lucien would train with Faolan, and also practice his flying. By now he had grown quite good at it, and he could have faith in feeling it almost as natural as walking. He was no longer the lightly thin Frenchman he was before. Through his training his muscles had become more toned, and he was almost sure he was growing again, much to his relief. 

Lucien had grown less shy as the time had passed. His confidence shined through more when he interacted with people, and he realized he was actually quite good at it, taking over for Faolan on occasion because the Irishman had always been a man of few words. He had always known that people reacted differently to you depending on how you spoke to them, and he had really put that into play over the last few months. 

In their attempts to earn money, Lucien had seen how many people were sick, injured, or ill in some way throughout their journey. He felt bad, and ended up asking Faolan if he thought offering his healing services would bring more money to their income. Considering they never stuck around a town too long, it was easy to avoid being traced if things got too.. problematic, but it had certainly helped them earn more coin, and made Lucien a little happy in the fact he could help people. Of course, Lucien had kept his promise to write to both Father Cyril and Father Thomas during his travels, even more so now that the war he had been meant to escape had broken out in Europe. Whenever they arrived at a town he tried to find the latest news at the situation. Now he wrote to them mostly out of worry, hoping that Germany's advance into France would leave his previous home unharmed. Despite the worry that ailed him, Lucien attempted to remain cheerful, not wanting to bring down the mood in their travels.

At the moment, the two men traversed along a road bordering a forest. They had left town a day prior, and were engaged in conversation. He had realized that he actually quite liked travelling through forests like this, mostly because it gave him the highest chances to fly. 

[color=burlywood]"I must admit I've gotten quite good at this. I wouldn't have imagined myself being able to do this a year ago."[/color] Lucien joked, having been flying on his back for a moment before making himself upright again and landing beside the Irishman. His wings no longer weighed so heavily on him, nor did they tire him out if he used them too often. He had truly become attuned to them, much to his satisfaction.