Lucien let out a small sheepish laugh. [color=burlywood]"I'd say it's been a good amount of time. Sometimes the wind just caught me off guard, but I'm more used to flying against it now. Not to mention aerial recovery."[/color] He said. Diving down and trying to pull back before hitting the ground had been the majority of the instances where this had happened. Sometimes he mistimed the amount it took for his wings to straighten out, and that's where Faolan usually came in. Even though he had told Faolan multiple times that he'd be fine even if he hit the ground, the Irishman would still catch him. 

He noticed how curt Faolan was being, but the Frenchman was used to this by now. The closer it got to the monthly 'errand' Faolan would run, the less and less communicative he was with him. At first he had thought maybe he'd rather not speak, but it didn't seem like Lucien's continued attempts at communication bothered him, so he continued speaking to him as he normally would. 

[color=burlywood]"I've gotten a lot stronger too. Think maybe one day I'll be strong enough to be able to pick you up and let you see what I see up from there? I think it's a nice view."[/color] He said lightheartedly.