"Typically they're making use of thrust and lift and all that physics stuff. Magic doesn't typically apply. Add instinct in for the grace, and they're pretty well off," Nida offered as an explanation while he watched the man.

He resolved not to laugh, because frankly, Laguna had spared him being the graceless one up there. Nida had also seen the feather, and luckily hadn't moved for it first. Still, he moved away from the tree he had been resting under and swung his pack down from his shoulder. This would be easier if he had taken the time to make a full staff like he'd intended, but no use longing for what he didn't have. Instead he pulled one of the likelier sticks he had scooped up and tossed into his bag on the walk and a length of cord. Tie one around the other and... Tada! Not a lasso, but it should still serve.

"Any good at playing catch, Mister President?"