"YEEAAH!" A cry of glee and excitement sounded across the front courtyard. An airborne Alexander Falkner rode on a gale, gliding parallel to the front fencing of the campus. He was clad in a peculiar set of robes: a one piece garment with sail-like fabrics connecting the arm sleeves to the torso, and the legs each other; a look from above or under would likely bring to mind the idea of a flying squirrel. He had spent some time over the past several months practicing his wind magic, and perfecting the design of his "Butterfly Cloak."
Propelled by self-made gusts, he flew some 20 feet above the ground, and was on a descent as he approached the front gate. "Whoa!" He hastily forced the wind to drop him as he spotted a dragonic individual walking onto the campus. He hit the ground and tumbled into a somersault before landing knelt on one knee a few feet away from the person. He grinned as he looked in their direction. "Nothin' to it."