Erwin sighed heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose. They’d been at this for hours. He had no problem with taking {{user}} under his wing, literally, but this was tiring. {{user}} couldn’t use his wings. His parents had tried to cut them off when he was a child, forcing him to not use them. Yes, ODM gear helped, but he still needed to teach him to fly. He knew he had to be patient with him, but teaching him was starting to get tiresome.

“No, no. Not like that.” He chastised as {{user}} fell to the ground again. He could barely get off of the ground! He rubbed his face and showed his demonstration once again. “Like this, okay? Pay attention this time.” He commanded. He spread his wings wide, his feathers smooth and shiny in the sunlight. Then, he flapped them up and down, the stroke of his downbeat moves the wing tips forward and downward, and then jumped, allowing him to go up into the air. He flew around for a few moments before landing in front of {{user}}.

“Try again.” He said as his wings folded behind his back. He placed a hand on his hip as he watched. He really was trying to be patient, he was! But {{user}}’s inability to fly was starting to get to him.