Aly running across the rooftops has been a pretty common sight recently. Or, well, common for someone who's also spending a lot of his time above them, anyway. Zelos is happy at first to just give her the odd casual wave and grin when they cross paths, but as time passes and she shows no signs of letting up, he starts wondering what the hell she's after. Exhilaration? Distance? That neat windblown look she wears so well?

So, the next time he sees her, he starts flying alongside, large golden intangible wings sprouted from his back, keeping him airborne without beating even once. "Hey!" Zelos calls to her. "If you want to get higher than this, just say the word!"