Wrathion watches Anduin skate easily to the exit, brow furrowing. He's doing this on purpose, he must be. Wrathion dislikes the feeling of being bad at anything, and feels heat flush through his features immediately. He pushes away from the siding slowly, trying to keep himself upright and balanced while still holding on.
"I see you have experience with this," he points out a little archly. Once he gets himself moving, gliding in a straight line right beside the edge is fine. He can pull himself along easily enough with one hand. There's... some concern about stopping and having to clamber off the ice, but he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.
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Wrathion watches Anduin skate easily to the exit, brow furrowing. He's doing this on purpose, he must be. Wrathion dislikes the feeling of being bad at anything, and feels heat flush through his features immediately. He pushes away from the siding slowly, trying to keep himself upright and balanced while still holding on.
"I see you have experience with this," he points out a little archly. Once he gets himself moving, gliding in a straight line right beside the edge is fine. He can pull himself along easily enough with one hand. There's... some concern about stopping and having to clamber off the ice, but he'll cross that bridge when he gets to it.