Rowan left out a heavy sigh as it seemed Zefri wasn’t going to take no for an answer. At least though, he was being more gentle and selfless this time. Though, the mage’s clear disinterest in listening still needed some work.
“Alright.” Rowan said in a defeated tone.
Zefri smiled and clapped his hands, seemingly about to say something silly or amusing... But his words caught in his throat and he seemed to double-think himself. The smile slowly disappeared and a deep sigh came out. When he spoke, the whimsical nature of his voice was gone.
“I... ... You need to fly.” He said, bowing his head slightly as he did so, “No, no... Not quite. You...
Do you know what flight is to me? It’s bliss. It’s pure, unrestrained joy. It’s defiance and freedom and the most liberating thing I was ever given. To reach up and touch the heavens, to glide across and witness a world above the clouds, pure and untouched by all others, empty and to myself... To be free from the world and all its troubles to be below you, invisible...
It’s just... How can you say no to that? To that ultimate act of freedom? How can you choose to accept your chains and tie yourself to this world, without even truly understanding what flight means? It’s just... Blergh.”
It seemed like Zefri was trying to get a certain message across, but was struggling to find the right words.