14th of Ymiden, Arc 718
Bright smile blazing outward, Cassidy couldn't hide his mood as he stared up at the sky above him. Not a single cloud obscured the soaring sea of crystal blue, and while he would have been glad for the pleasant day anyway, he found himself filled with joyous flame this trial. Excitement sent his limbs ajitter, and he was practically bouncing in place as sat in wait for the Lodge to open. This was the trial he was waiting for since his enlistment. This was the trial that would make all the punishment Ray dolled out for insubordination worth it. This was the trial he would finally ride the winds on borrowed wings.
This trial, he was going to ride a Volareon.
Granted, it was a training mount and he would be under careful watch of his instructor the entire, but still, any step closer to the sky was a wingbeat in the right direction as far as Cassidy was concerned. If he continued to show out in exercises and prove that he earned a spot among the Airman, it wouldn't be long before he was assigned a Sergeant or a Major to tutor under. From there, he'd climb the ranks as fast and far as he could. He wouldn't stop until Rynmere either respected the name Kane, or feared it more than any noble bloodline.
Door finally sliding open, Cassidy was greeted to the face of a young woman with red-blonde hair. She was fair of skin and her face was a soft, inviting shape the beguiled him into a sense of security. Her body moved with the supple grace of a rider, shapely thighs and toned calves complementing her athletic form. Dressed in brown riding leathers and holding onto a fur-lined coat, the woman looked ready to work. She stood in a slightly nervous stance, head peaking out from behind the door before the rest of her body followed. Slightly shy but unafraid, she met the Kane's pale-blue gaze.
"You're Cassidy, right?" At his nod, she smiled slightly. "Oh good! Trixie had mentioned you would be stopping by totrial, but I wasn't sure when. My name's Poppy, and I'll be taking you flying today," she explained, one hand idly tugging at a strand of hair while the other beckoned him inside. Cassidy stood quickly, a child-like giddiness sending his stride into a bound. Poppy, startled by the sudden movement, nearly fell as she stumbled backward into the Lodge.
"Sorry! Sorry," he apologized, holding his hands as if calming a spooked horse. Cassidy worried for a moment that he had made a poor impression, but Poppy looked more amused than annoyed by his presence. "I'm just can't wait to get started. I've been dreaming of this moment since I enlisted."
"No, it's alright! I just wasn't expecting it," she laughed nervously, taking a moment to regather her composure. "Though, I would recommend that you calm down a little in front of the Volareon. Wouldn't want them taking flight before you got in the saddle, would we?"
Cassidy's laughter matched her own, eyes still bright with excitement. "No, no we would not!" He took slow, deliberate steps inside the the Lodge; placing exaggerated emphasis on carefully crafting each movement. Meeting the woman's bemused gaze, he shot her a playful smirk. "That better?"
"Much," she admitted with a slight roll of the eyes, entertained by the Airman's antics. Turning slightly, she motioned towards the inner sanctum of the Skye Verath Lodge. "Well, shall we introduce you to whom you'll be riding today?"
Biting down on the dirty joke that danced at the tip of his tongue, Cassidy simply smiled and bowed his head in agreement. It was a little too early in the morning to engage in such talk, but the Kane had hopes for later. Following after the woman's steady step and coyly watching the subtle sway in her shapely hips, he sent silent prayer of thanks to Faldrun for keeping the suns bright. A stunning day, and an equally stunning instructor, this trial was truly his to seize.