Fion frowned as he looked up at Riley from atop his horse, taking the reins with only one hand as he did so. If he was honest, he hadn't thought flying would have come so easily to the half-witch in a man's body. Before this, Riley had never even tried casting elemental magic before, at least according to his memory. Then again, Horace had told him that witches were at least capable of casting it, albeit at reduced effectiveness compared to a human or an elf. So that left one of two reasonable assumptions: Was Eldren's body just that highly attuned to elemental magic? Or was Riley just some kind of magical prodigy? Or maybe both?

Of course, each assumption lead to its own set of questions. If Eldren had been so skilled with magic already, then why the hell did he need Riley's body? Did having a half-witch's body give him that much of an increase in his magic? And if that bastard in her body had been able to conjure up such a terrifying maelstrom back at the Burrow, what would his elemental magic have been like without being blunted by the witch blood in Riley's veins? Or did being partially human negate that effect? 

"Oi, Fion. You keeping up alright?" 'Eldren' called up from above. 

"I'm fine. Just make sure you don't run out of mana and fall from the sky, alright? Would be a pain trying to catch you with only one arm, Eldren." He responded lazily, even as his mind brimmed with questions. Bloody hell, everything was so much simpler a few days ago.