Do you mean to say that you control the weather? That sounds very important indeed. [Spirits controlling the weather is new and interesting, and almost certainly something his captain would dispute the existence of on principle, but Temeraire has always been open-minded. Besides, here, out in the cold, with Jack hovering in the air in front of him, the explanation is rather difficult to discredit.
He places a careful forehand at the edge of the slide, testing his weight almost hesitantly, but the ice holds firm. Satisfied, he twitches his wings once before tucking them tightly against his sides, crouching, and pushing off.
He had thought it would be like flying, but it is not like flying at all; he has little control over his direction here, and he lets out a small roar of surprise as he slides down the slope. It is not at all unpleasant, though, and his ruff is quivering as he snaps his wings back out at the end to halt his descent. It doesn't quite work, and he faceplants into the snow in a terribly undignified fashion, but he is beaming as he shakes snow from his face.]
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He places a careful forehand at the edge of the slide, testing his weight almost hesitantly, but the ice holds firm. Satisfied, he twitches his wings once before tucking them tightly against his sides, crouching, and pushing off.
He had thought it would be like flying, but it is not like flying at all; he has little control over his direction here, and he lets out a small roar of surprise as he slides down the slope. It is not at all unpleasant, though, and his ruff is quivering as he snaps his wings back out at the end to halt his descent. It doesn't quite work, and he faceplants into the snow in a terribly undignified fashion, but he is beaming as he shakes snow from his face.]
Oh, that was terribly exciting! Thank you, Jack!