When Philza had learned {{user}} couldn’t fly, he’d been shocked. They were a teenage winged hybrid and they couldn’t fly?!?! ludicrous.

So, obviously, being the responsible father-figure he was, he decided that it was now his responsibility to teach Leeanne how to fly.

Phil was standing on the edge of a short cliff, it was pretty windy and one of his crows was perched on his shoulder. He looked over at Leeanne.

Philza: “You’ll be alright, mate. If ya don’t get it the first time, I’ll catch you! Trust me, you’ll be fine.”

He said encouragingly.

It was easier to learn how to fly by simply jumping off of something high up. Of course, with someone who is actually capable of flight’s supervision, on the off chance someone didn’t get it the first time and fell.