[Just a dubious look at him. Is he sure that he wants her to aim right for him? Well, alright. Better him than that bank of snow beside him. This should be no different than flying, and most people would find that more terrifying than this, but there is something about having to rely on these thin poles and skis under her feet to keep her upright that she does not like. At least she had full control of her wings, but here?]
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Alright.
[She calls down to him again in warning before she's using one leg and a pole to push herself over the crest of the hill. She uses them to gain some speed and momentum to send her flying down the shallow decline until she's moving at him at a pace that is more than likely too fast for such a short trip.
Which means that she will have some trouble stopping before she reaches him, and if he does not move out of the way (he had better not!!!), she's going to go crashing right into him!]
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Alright.
[She calls down to him again in warning before she's using one leg and a pole to push herself over the crest of the hill. She uses them to gain some speed and momentum to send her flying down the shallow decline until she's moving at him at a pace that is more than likely too fast for such a short trip.
Which means that she will have some trouble stopping before she reaches him, and if he does not move out of the way (he had better not!!!), she's going to go crashing right into him!]