“Freedom and swiftness”
“To master the wind, you must know freed itself”, said Araban facing David in a room littered with small holes around every corn from the ground, to walls and roof from which David could sense a drift flow through as air blew, moving in and out through them.
“How exactly am I supposed to know freed?” asked David, confused as to what Araban meant by knowing freedom.
Araban then let out a tired sigh upon hearing David question, wondering if he had to explain every minute detail thing to him.
“I suppose it will be easy to show you”, Araban spoke as his turned in to white draconian eyes and then, with just a single gesture, summoned gust of wind blowing out from the hole underneath David’s feet, blowing him off from the ground.
“No again”, David yelled as the winds lifted him off the ground and sending him flying straight to the ceiling.