Teba’s going to duck out from training with @galestrings. Surely it’s going to be that easy...
With every blood moon a path has to be kept clear from the village to the flight range—for how crude they may be, the monsters are always smart enough to occupy anywhere and anything important if you let them. Then the patrols do their part to thin out the surrounding areas; with clearer weather it makes the mountains more viable for a little training on the side.
Training. That’s what was suggested at least. Even if he’d been more an observer than a participant by this point; twenty minutes passing by without taking to the air all while he stands idly by. He wasn’t the one preparing to mount an attack with their Divine Beast after all. To say there was a lot to learn from Revali would still be considered an understatement even if he’d very quickly had his fill from playing their audience. The next time he’d fly past (and make no mistake, he would.) Teba would raise out a wing and try to flag them down.
“Listen, I’m thinking about heading back.” To the empty range most likely, going by that rather resolute tug at the bow on his back. Somewhere a little more comfortable to train on his own. “You don’t need me sticking around. Just—try not to take any naps up here if you can.”
