A Heritage of Power 4: Jerik's Story 6:
Touching the Sky
by Fur and Fantasy
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Jerik couldn't help the nervous tingle that made him shiver lightly as he finished setting up his hang glider on the top of the Transmutation school's tower. He'd done all the calculations and it should work, despite that it was all untested, and heavier than usual, materials. He'd compensated for all that. He knew what he was doing. He knew how to fly it.
He couldn't wait to be in the air again, to feel the wind in his hair without resorting to the effort of levitation.
It simply wasn't the same as having wings.
"There," he murmured to himself as he made a final check on all the rigging.
There were several people watching; mages, apprentices - he was pretty sure that Shatrein was even watching. They were all curious ... and a few of them, he knew, were ready to 'catch' him if it didn't work. He could take care of himself, but it was nice to know they were looking out for him.
"You sure about this?" Tomar asked him, helping him arrange some of the final straps.
"I've done all the calculations, it should work as well as the ones I used to fly with my uncle." He nodded and stopped up to the edge with the heady rush of getting ready to jump.
"Good luck!" Tessi called over to him from the next tower, where she was watching him from the top.
Jerik smiled at her and stepped forward into open air, using the Force to make up for his lack of running space to get his speed up. The first drop as he let go and moved only with the wind was a rush he howled to in absolute glee. A slight shift of his body and he tipped to the right slightly to grab a thermal that lifted him well above the Academy and its city.
He circled the thermal, rising hundreds of feet above the city, looking down at the small metropolis. He knew they were watching him, but couldn't see more than specks on the towers and streets beneath him. It was just then that he noticed a hawk circling slightly above him in the thermals, just before it noticed him and seemed to take off, almost like it was challenging him to a race.
The young tom caught himself in a playful laugh and shook his head. "Like a glider could ever catch a hawk."
Still, he tipped his glider slightly and followed the bird for a bit.
It didn't seem to be moving too quickly; he wondered if it was supposed to be somebody's familiar or something like that. It was flying ahead of him, flying back through other thermals to keep its altitude up from time to time, giving Jerik a chance to do the same without losing too much height. Eventually, it took off out from the city, heading off over the open plains and hills surrounding it.
A deep rumble of appreciation of the view drew Jerik on, even as he kept in mind how far he was and how much energy he'd have to expend to get back if the winds weren't right.
It was glorious, open to breathe in the fresh air at altitude on an undeveloped world. He'd definitely have to explore more effective locations to launch that would bring him close to the Academy for landing without too much effort in manipulating the winds.
He found that thermals were actually fairly easy to find around here. The valleys and hills that encouraged them were fairly common, even if they weren't that deep or tall. The weather today was calm, and it was a sunny enough day that the winds and breezes up here would probably let him keep going forever if he wasn't worried about getting back home any time soon.
Maybe he'd be able to work out a teleportation spell eventually, let him get back no matter how far out he went.
Regardless, it was time to head back for today. The experiment was a success; he had a hang glider that worked and that would be good enough until magic or technology could make it better.
Jerik gave another look around and began to work the thermals to head back towards the Academy.
He turned around, most of the area clear for him to land on. Tomar was still waiting for him, but he noticed that a good share of the 'audience' he'd had before had moved on once they saw that he wasn't going to decorate the cobblestones with his innards. As he approached, he also noticed that the hawk seemed to be circling the tower, waiting.
He had more important things to focus on as he gathered the Force to guide his landing in a spot much smaller, and much more hazardous, than he'd normally choose. Still, it wasn't a difficult one when he put all his skills to it and his boots were shortly on the stones and the hang glider's tail sitting behind him as he stripped the harness off.
"Want some help with that?" Tomar offered him, stepping forward to take it once Jerik had it off if nothing else.
"Sure," he nodded and shifted to let his partner handle one side while he got out of the other, then went to work breaking down and pack the hang glider so it was easy to carry.
"It looked like everything worked out pretty well," the Rohr offered. "How was it?"
"Great," Jerik grinned, beaming as they packed the copious amount of fabric into its case. "I love to fly. There is nothing like being out in the air with only your own skill keeping you up."
"I'll take your word for it for now," Tomar chuckled, strapping up the case.
"He's right though," a voice said from above, the hawk swooping in for a landing and shimmering a soft orange as it grew and revealed the shape of a handsome male Raccoon. "There is definitely something to be said for flying."
"Elder Kora," Jerik bowed to him, only half surprised. "I knew that wasn't a normal hawk, but I was not expecting you."
"You're not the only one who likes to fly, Apprentice," the Raccoon chuckled. "And since you were taking off from my tower, I thought I should see how things went. Your device is interesting; most people wouldn't have the nerve to jump off the tower with cloth strapped to their back."
"It helps when you know it works beforehand." Jerik smiled slightly. "I've done this many times before, though it's usually by jumping off a cliff, not a building."
"Having a way for you to get down safely if it doesn't work helps too, I'm sure," Kora smiled. "Maybe one of these days you'll be able to fly on your own."
"It is something I plan on, Elder." Jerik nodded and followed the Raccoon inside, parting company fairly soon as the Elder went to his quarters and they moved on to theirs.
"So, any other plans for the day?" Tomar asked Jerik as they put the glider in the corner of their bedroom.
"Hanging out with you, on the ground." Jerik grinned up at him.
"Great," Tomar grinned back. "Grab something to eat, then maybe check out the marketplace? Make a date of it?" The Rohr winked at the smaller Kat.
"Works for me," Jerik nodded and grabbed his purse. "Lets go."
A Heritage of Power 4: Jerik's Story 6: Touching the Sky
7 KB, Story is Complete, Series is Finished
Written December 28, 2005 by Rauhnee Ranshanka and Karl Wolfemann
Setting: Herath, Star Wars (Furry)
Primary Races: Kat, Raccoon, Rohr (Herm Wolftaur)
Contents: Furry. Gen.
Blurb: After over two months at the Academy, Jerik finally gets a hang glider put together. Now it's time to test it out.
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