[ You want to. It didn't even need to be a question. It wasn't a question, it was a statement, clear as the inward curve of his shoulders. You want to fly.
This shiver shows in her hands, and she curls them tightly into the fabric of her skirt. it's good. Whatever had happened, they weren't gone. Mauled, certainly. Tattered and torn, feathers stripped bare to the bone. But there was something left, held so tight and close he probably hadn't even stretched them out to see how bad the damage was.
He hadn't left them behind. He hadn't torn them off. He still wanted to fly.
Her though . . . she drops her gaze at his question, suddenly bashful, and rubs the back of her head.]
It's . . . not really a 'don't get to' so much as a 'can't', for me. Even if I could, I don't know that I would give up what I have.
[ She picks up the inner coil, turning it over in her hands. ]
It may be a little weird, saying it like this, but stormriders . . . focus a lot on our strengths, on what we can do, more than what we can't.
Everyone only has so much time, and just learning A-T . . . it takes a lot of that. Even simple tricks need practice, over and over again. Hundreds and thousands of times. Parts get worn down, and replaced with new ones . . . and with A-T, almost everything can be customized. People who are good at speed, or distance, agility . . . they adapt their A-T for that, and choose stronger parts as they hone stronger skills. High or low friction wheels, power output or turning sensitivity, the balance between the cushioning system and the breaks . . .
[ And for the strongest, for the Kings of their roads, even more advanced parts than that: the road's regalia, the ultimate in specialization. The ultimate in cost, too . . . it would be another day, still, before Kazu could walk again. And more beyond that before he'd be able to run. ]
For me . . . my strength is knowing what that match is. What a person and their A-T could do if the right parts were all together, if they all worked in harmony. And what . . . they need, if the right parts don't yet exist at all.
I like doing that. I like seeing people fly. And I'm still . . .
I'm a stormrider too. Even on Ring Road, I want to know what I can do, if I give everything I have.
And, especially for the people I care about . . . I want to show them how strong I can be.
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This shiver shows in her hands, and she curls them tightly into the fabric of her skirt. it's good. Whatever had happened, they weren't gone. Mauled, certainly. Tattered and torn, feathers stripped bare to the bone. But there was something left, held so tight and close he probably hadn't even stretched them out to see how bad the damage was.
He hadn't left them behind. He hadn't torn them off. He still wanted to fly.
Her though . . . she drops her gaze at his question, suddenly bashful, and rubs the back of her head.]
It's . . . not really a 'don't get to' so much as a 'can't', for me. Even if I could, I don't know that I would give up what I have.
[ She picks up the inner coil, turning it over in her hands. ]
It may be a little weird, saying it like this, but stormriders . . . focus a lot on our strengths, on what we can do, more than what we can't.
Everyone only has so much time, and just learning A-T . . . it takes a lot of that. Even simple tricks need practice, over and over again. Hundreds and thousands of times. Parts get worn down, and replaced with new ones . . . and with A-T, almost everything can be customized. People who are good at speed, or distance, agility . . . they adapt their A-T for that, and choose stronger parts as they hone stronger skills. High or low friction wheels, power output or turning sensitivity, the balance between the cushioning system and the breaks . . .
[ And for the strongest, for the Kings of their roads, even more advanced parts than that: the road's regalia, the ultimate in specialization. The ultimate in cost, too . . . it would be another day, still, before Kazu could walk again. And more beyond that before he'd be able to run. ]
For me . . . my strength is knowing what that match is. What a person and their A-T could do if the right parts were all together, if they all worked in harmony. And what . . . they need, if the right parts don't yet exist at all.
I like doing that. I like seeing people fly. And I'm still . . .
I'm a stormrider too. Even on Ring Road, I want to know what I can do, if I give everything I have.
And, especially for the people I care about . . . I want to show them how strong I can be.