Occasionally, his double would join him, then they were like mating eagles, darting in and out of cloud banks, skirting so close to each other, occasionally reaching out to clasp hands and rocket higher, only to break away and loop-de-loop away form each other, twirling away through the sky.
It was a shame; one was gay and definitely taken. The other was an unknown, he had no desire to submit to a romantic liaison, loudly decrying love and friendship as illusions to hide his bitter pain.
But he was landing, now, not far from the rock that she claimed as her seat. He beat his wings, now, before letting them stretch one final time before folding them against his back. However, today he realized he was not alone. Other days he had not noticed her; he chose this one to spy her.
"What are you doing there?" he asked brusquely.
"Just watching you dance," she replied.
He snorted derisively, before stepping closer, eyeing her staff, her odd dress. "You're one of those 'fantasy' people."
"Yuna," she gave her name. "Daughter of High Summoner Braska."
"Hikou, son of a farmer and his wife," the demon replied, showing his contempt for her title. "Now Kankei, Demon King of Heaven."
"How grandiose," she said.
"You have no idea," Hikou said with a roll of his eyes. "So, do you normally spy on people, or am I just lucky?"
Yuna shook her head, laughing softly. "No. I just like to watch you fly. It's like watching a Dance of Sending, only... without the sorrow."
He paused, his brows furrowing. "Dance of sending?" he queried, canting his head. "What's that?"
"The dance Summoners do to help souls find their way to the Farplane."
"What's the farplane?"
"The place where people go when they die."
Hikou's brows furrowed, and then he shrugged, "Sounds damn depressing. You dance for your dead?"
"Yes," she said softly. "It soothes them, so they find their way from the living more easily."
"Feh." Hikou shook his head. "Well, I don't fly for any reason other then to simply do so."
"But that doesn't make it less beautiful," Yuna insisted. "You're very graceful; those big wings against your back on the lack are awkward, but when you're in the sky, you're like the demon god you said you were."
It made the demon pause a moment, before he waved a hand, dismissing the girl's notions. Yuna could only sigh at his antics, finally sliding off her rocky perch and dropping back to the ground. She dusted herself off, before taking a few steps away.
She didn't go to far, however, before she spoke again, "I'll leave you to your dancing," she said, giving a ritual prayer that made the demon flinch.
Hikou watched her go, and then turned to look back at the stretch of rocky beach. "Dancing," he spat. "Foolish girl." But still... He had never thought of it as dancing...