It was a strange sensation, this mix of fear and excitement that only made his adrenaline pump through his veins, making him feel a little light-headed with the urge for adventure.
Who didn't want to be able to fly, afterall?
He took a deep breath before swinging his leg over his broom the way he had watched Donny doing it, both hands firmly clasped around the shaft as he tried to find the most comfortable as well as stable position possible. He tried shuffling back and forth a bit, straightening and bending his back until he found the perfect way to ride his broom.
The longer he spent concentrating on how it felt to be on the broom, the more excited he became for actually getting into the air, so when Donny finally asked him if he was ready, he gasped out a Yes! and nodded his head, grinning excitedly.
He thought about everything Donny had told him, how he was supposed to hold himself, how he was supposed to hold the broom, and then he finally pushed himself off the ground with enough force to get a few feet into the air, but not so much that he lost control over what he was doing.
The feeling of hovering in the air was extraordinary and empowering in a way he'd never felt before, and he found himself shouting out in glee, leaning a little from side to side to test out the broom's reaction to it. It was a little slow and took some more power than he expected, but it was also a relatively old broom which surely had something to do with it.
"I'm flying!" he said loudly so Donny would hear him, a grin splitting his face as he turned a circle around his new friend, laughing as he did so. "It feels amazing, I feel so free!" He grinned, steadying his grip when he felt himself wobbling a little bit after a particularly sharp curve. "This is great, I can't believe I was scared if this!"
~Hell is other people~ - Jean Paul Sartre
Stamina: 7 ~ Evasion: 8 ~ Strength: 4 ~ Wisdom: 8 ~ Arcane Power: 6 ~ Accuracy: 7