Aruna
Aruna simply stared at the girl, silently allowing Nero to pat her on the back. That blonde was still a weird one, but at least she was friendly. With a single flap of her wings, she was propelled above the buildings, shooting into the sky. The cool air gently caressed her cheek, ruffling her already loose clothing. Flying was a nice feeling.
"Very well," she said, staring down at her from the skies. "I will start slow. If this does not work, I can always travel more compactly."