"I'm now ready, shouldn't be too hard for me..." The teenage Rito rambled on, trying to sooth down his nerves. The sixteen year old village member knelt down, holding out his navy blue feathered arms. A few moments later miniature gusts of wind swirled and danced around him and his wings, it wasn't much at all in reality. However after a while of trying the small gusts became larger, stronger, more powerful. It was thrilling, he felt the winds in his face as he shot up into the sky like an arrow. The archer felt alive, he felt free. Revali had finally done it, what no other Rito could do. He looked around his surrounding, with his new viewpoint, confidently. "Revali's gale is now ready!" He announced to the world; oh how everyone at the village would be so proud of him.