Different Roots || Billy & Noh-Varr
Eyebrows knit in concentration, Billy tried to force himself to relax. He hovered several feet above the ground, legs folded as if he were sitting on a solid surface. It wasn’t flying he needed to practice, per ce; that was the easy part. Focusing enough to fly and use high intensity spells? That was where he was struggling. Not enough to debilitate him in a fight, obviously, but enough to need practice. Which was going terribly, considering his continually derailing train of thought.
He groaned, tossing his head back in frustration just as footsteps approached from behind. Great, a break. That sounded perfect. “No sneak attacks.” He called, dropping carefully back to the floor. “I swear I’ll send you to the south pole.”