The same thoughts crossed his mind as had gone through Pandora’s about Amalthea and the likely potential to be a grandfather. He never thought he would make it to this point especially after his injury to his namesake tendon. Grandchildren? That made him feel old. But Pandora made him feel so young as well. He lept off of the podium once the meeting had cleared and complimented his lover’s newfound mutations – cat features and wings like his own. Her response made him smile, his tail wagging. ”Thank you, my love! And those antlers really suit you well!” The emotions that surged through him right now were very similar in strength to around the first time they mated…and he could not help but bring up too after he spoke of their first children likely gagging at his compliment to her. ”I have too…” Panora spoke, which caused excitement to move through him. Enough to teach her to fly first before they had another rendezvous. He flew up and turned his attention to Pandora as she attempted to fly, and was doing quite well at it for starting off. ”Look at tch’ya! My quick learner!” He smiled as he watched her continue to flap. He suggested that they fly back to the den, and she nodded, that beautiful smile gracing her lips. He instinctively flew a little higher, he was comfortable with being several feet off the ground…because he knew how to land. Achilles knew that she might have some trouble with that, it actually took the crimson, leather, and chocolate brute several attempts himself that left him with some bruises and cuts. He hoped she would not remember that – he did not want her anxiety to raise from something like that. Even if she was to be injured in a crash landing, Achilles would tend to her how he could. At least, until Alectrona was up to speed with Theta methods of healing. His barn owl wings glided him down to a lower level to try and be level with Pandora’s current comfort altitude. He would slightly lead her, moving his head in a motion that essentially said ‘go ahead’, cueing for her to move slightly in front of him so that he could keep an eye on her technique and the like. Certainly having a mentor would have made his own learning easier, but he was just glad Pandora had a mentor. When they reached the den, he’d give some advice to her landing, speeding up so he could make eye contact with her as they flew. ”Now, my dear Pandra, there’s two ways to land. Either slowly flap tch’ya wings as tch’ya come to a stop and flap them less and less so that tch’ya slowly touch solid ground again, or keep tch’ya wings spread and slightly point tch’ya body mass down.” He did the former which brought him to a quicker landing. He hoped she would mimic him – it was the safer method to landing, after all. If she were to injure herself whilst landing, he’d tend to her pain, directing her into the den. However, if she would land safely, he would gesture his paw to their den and wink with his grey eye with the navy band, feeling the urge to claim her once more. ”Afta tch’ya, m’dear Pandra.” He would speak, his voice slightly deeper and gruffer than usual, potentially because of the hormone change he would feel course through him, that is, if she landed without issue. Actions & Words.
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