"Can I? Please?" The academy had turned from a place Fenrir wanted to go to a prison her parents could dump her into to get rid of her for five years.
"Of course, you can, baby girl. Just be careful up there. You too, Bash." Selia was glad that her daughter had lost most of her defiant attitude, but, at the same time, seeing her so scared pained Selia's heart.
"I've done this countless times with my siblings, and none of them ever got hurt even though they couldn't fly on their own, yet." The Cron replied, and Fenrir had her small, fiery wings appear from her back.
She used them to float, showing her mother that she didn't need magic, which she had, to protect herself in case she fell off Bash's back.
"Be careful anyway, okay?" The little girl and her steed nodded in reply before bolting toward the sky.
The huntress heard Fenrir laugh and cry with joy, feeling a burden come off her chest.
