[For once in his life, Revali decides to cooperate without much arguing. He's skeptical, sure, but he shuts his beak and closes his eyes, his thoughts dwelling back to Rito village and his flight range. The winds may be rough and the weather may be chilly, but there's nowhere--either here or in Hyrule--that Revali would rather be.
It's not warmth and light that Revali manifests his dreamotion as, exactly; instead, it's wind, as strong and blustery as the wind that blows at the very flight range he's imagining. Instead of the biting chill of the Hebra peaks, however, the dreamotion is warm. A more pleasant summery breeze than a wintry chill. Mentally, he pushes that energy toward the barrier Joshua is maintaining, as if it's adding a second layer on top of what was already there.]
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It's not warmth and light that Revali manifests his dreamotion as, exactly; instead, it's wind, as strong and blustery as the wind that blows at the very flight range he's imagining. Instead of the biting chill of the Hebra peaks, however, the dreamotion is warm. A more pleasant summery breeze than a wintry chill. Mentally, he pushes that energy toward the barrier Joshua is maintaining, as if it's adding a second layer on top of what was already there.]