Echoing Midnight (Ari/Santa)

Santa perked a bit, and Ari would probably feel something a bit off. She wasn't used to actually nicking people, arrancar usually had their built in armor, so when Ari's hand was nicked, it would heal......almost....perfectly. The skin slightly off color. but nothing to worry about as they suddenly soared up. Santa's eyes a little wide, even with the ability to use reishi platforms she usually wasn't ....in this situation. That was a stationary position, but hearing the wind howling around her was very new for her, and once they started gliding she continued to cling to the other, smaller woman for a moment as she furrowed her brows. She could do this. Absolutely she could do this! She focused, watching the other woman for a moment.

"I...I can do this.." She gently pulled at the other woman's hands, waiting until they were past the edge of the roof, so that there was more space to fall, and then FWOOSH! She flapped her wings once, and then wrapped her wings around herself. Promptly DROPPING into a dive! The air suddenly ROARING around her as she seemingly sped toward the ground! It might even look like Santa was preparing to show off! But in reality, she had no idea.

She was stupid. She was dumb. Trying to figure it out naturally generally wasn't the way to go about these things. No. It was better to let instincts take over. To let her DESPERATION take hold. And as she dove down, it kicked in. Those wings THICKENED, bulked up, sleekened, and then shrank, thinning back out, denser, stronger, and then there was a wet SPLATTER as new wings erupted from her body. Her anlkes, wrists, all along her back like spines they burst out and then the roaring leapt to a crescendo as they unfurled and she SWOOPED back up! Gliding more than anything, but with her momentum she rocketed back up into the air, her eyes wide with slight panic, but still trusting that her ability would carry her!

It would be at this very moment that Ari would likely notice that spot on her hand. When she had been injured, it had healed, but it wasn't her own pale skin tone. It was Santa's. Her garden had grown there. And Just as Santa had experienced that sudden growth, a set of wings would also erupt from Ari's hand, flaring out as if it were attached to Santa, albeit a bit uselessly, as if affected by the actions and instincts that Santa was going through. IT would even shift and adjust in time with the wings on Santa's actual body. All the same, it wasn't long before Santa swooped back toward Ari, and then SKREEEEEEECHED across the building, her fingers digging into the stone, ripping the skin and nails off the tips before they instantly grew back as bone claws, digging grooves as she skidded to a stop thanks to her own lack of a proper landing strategy. The VERY clear expression was one of adrenaline, the woman's eyes wide, breathing a bit heavily after that rush. She almost looked like a cat clinging to the curtains by her claws! But she had managed to do it!