::Flying RP, Semi-Open::

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Too much thinking.

Sitting in his room was just leading to too much thinking. He couldn't concentrate enough to read, or even to sharpen some of his knives.


But it was a beautiful night, clear, with a nearly-full moon. A perfect night to fly.


Nny barely waited until be was outdoors before he took to the air, streaking upwards at a sharp angle, staring up at the dark sky and impossibly bright stars.