[In another corner of the square, a few more of the little grifflings are conjuring up winds, and there's a more person-sized dragon amongst them all trying to get a lift from them. Ultima flaps her six feathered wings insistently as the smaller winds fail to get her more than about a metre off the ground, and Shun looks on from enough distance that he's probably not in any danger of getting hit by errant wings.

That's less certain when a couple of the grifflings manage to stir up a bigger wind, and Ultima gives a startled sound as she suddenly shoots up to about ten metres off the ground. After that moment, though, she gets her wings working, and manages to fly a few metres across...before losing her rhythm and dropping to the ground like a rock a little in front of the Kuzuryuus' bench. At least she lands on her feet, even if she drops into a sulking pile on the ground a moment later.

With an annoyed sigh, Shun crosses the distance himself, stepping around the two little dragons chasing the grifflings.]

If you treat every failure like that, it's going to be even longer until you figure it out. [Gaze moving up to the pair on the bench as he gets closer, he nods at the sight of at least one familiar face...and probably his sister, judging by that similarity in features.] Looks like you didn't have that long to wait until your egg hatched after all.