[He did set himself up for that, he thinks, and stands much more slowly. Glancing behind him, he pulls a bit of a face.]
Just don't expect much, all right . . .
[But his wings begin fluttering again. It's a far more rapid fluttering, intense enough that the sand around him begins whirling. Still, he stays on the ground-- it isn't helped by the fact he keeps twisting around, trying to see.
Finally, slowly, he begins to rise-- just half an inch or so, but it still sparks a loud and joyful laugh.]
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Just don't expect much, all right . . .
[But his wings begin fluttering again. It's a far more rapid fluttering, intense enough that the sand around him begins whirling. Still, he stays on the ground-- it isn't helped by the fact he keeps twisting around, trying to see.
Finally, slowly, he begins to rise-- just half an inch or so, but it still sparks a loud and joyful laugh.]