Eagle flying lesson (3rd Cohort people only)

Leandra hated flying. She hated it with the fiery passion of a thousand suns. So why did she always end up flying? And always the same ornery bird! Julius hadn't bitten her this time, but he wasn't exactly gentle when he unfurled his wings and lifted them off over the city and camp. She pulled the reins to get into formation, right behind and to the left of Tiberia.

"Hey, Tibby! Any bets on this time?" She yelled from her perch atop Julius' shoulders.

Ah, yes. The giant flying eagles. Nothing made this son of Veritas more happy than to ride on the backs of oversize birds of prey. No, really. Gunther-Klaus loved to be up in the air, feeling free and liberal. Not tied down by his 'curse'. The Roman demigod looked around to find Tiberia and Leandra. "Hello, ladies. Nice to see you two again." Gunther greeted the others before getting on the back of Cudium, one of the giant eagles. "Ready to fly?"

OOC: if you guys want I can drop by with Adrian after round two of posting so it makes more sense, since he was supposed to give the report to the Centurions and all.

OOC: Sure!

BIC: Günther took the place to her right since he was her second in command, and Tiberia guided her eagle towards the aqueduct, one hand holding the reins, the other holding her hastile. The tall white arches swept away far below, glittering with water. Tiberia buried one hand into her eagles brown-mottled feathers, feeling the warmth through her Lycra gloves, the bird's wings beating up and down smoothly right behind her. They reached a spot above Berkeley hills and Tiberia checked her legionnaires over her shoulder. All were there, all in perfect square formation. Satisfied, she raised her hastile again.

"Cuneum formate!" She said, loud enough for everyone to hear.

Leandra grunted when the call came out for the wedge formation. She pulled up on Julius, feeling herself slide against his slick feathers as she did. There was a moment of panic, then stability. Whew. That was better. They were now close behind Tiberia, Leandra watching the plume of her helmet ruffle in the wind like the feathers on her eagle.

The wind was part of the problem. The Berkeley hills were a wind-stop for the usual 5-10mph winds, but once you rose to a certain height, it didn't matter, the winds would still hit you, harder than on ground level. Between that and the awkward movements of beating wings and shifting positions, Leandra could feel her stomach flopping around like a fish out of water.

Maybe Angerona had at one point angered Jupiter and she was doomed for the rest of eternity to feel ill in the lord of the god's domain. Maybe it was just typical air sickness. Maybe she had a long standing inner ear issue with balance that the height messed with. Leandra wasn't sure, but she still hated flying on eagles. At least if she fell, grumpy old Julius would be fairly certain to catch her if her fall was high enough.

Gunther got into position and looked to either side of him with a grin on his lips. "Ready ladies?" He asked taking off into the air. His grin only grew wider when he felt the wind go through his dark colored hair. The feel of the feathers of the giant eagle which enchanted the experience. The son of Veritas followed the way of Tiberia, not messing up or creating extra 'moves'. Gunther had always done stuff by the rules and this flight was no exception.