Pheore approaches a bird slowly, disguising hesitance with a projection of calm swagger. She approaches the bird head-on, and it turns to regard her with a single eye. She turns her head slightly to match.
"We good?" The bird coos lightly, shaking slightly so that its feathers rustle. "I'll take that as a yes." She walks around to its side, the head turning to follow her. An easy movement places her on the bird's back,and it reacts immediately; a single flap of its wings throwing them into the sky. Pheore hugs low to the bird's body, her fingers clutching a death grip around the harness as it rockets upwards. It clears the arena, and for a moment Pheore thinks that they're going to touch the clouds. The bird levels off long before that, however; spreading its wings and gliding after the others.