It was something all spirits knew how to do, right? How hard could it really be for something that wasn't bound to the Earth to not know how to do? Well, as it turned out, it was rather difficult. After being part of that world for so long, grasping this new concept of flight would become a real burden. Sure, he had seen birds do it countless times in his past, but he knew that was just simply because of their wings, but in his current form, he didn't have wings. He could probably ask to get wings put in, but what good would that do? It would look rather odd for a weasel to be walking around with wings, right?
"Guh, looks like I'll just have to figure out how to do it without the help of extra appendages. I mean, I've already got way more than I had before," he would say with a small chuckle. He could remember back to when he was part of the living realm... He was just a young kid with no real cares, and no one really bothered him all that much. At least, he didn't let them bother him. He knew what came around went around, so there was no point in pursuing vengeance any further.
Sitting upon the ledge of a tall skyscraper, he would look down, trying to make out all the little people that walked below him. It was such a shame that they couldn't see him, and that he couldn't interact with them. But he figured it was probably for the best. Not too many people around these parts would be all that friendly to a lonely rodent like himself. Giving a shrug of his small shoulders, he would hop off the ledge and down onto the roof of the building.
[ 311 / 750; Flight Acquisition Quest ]