The sky was a lonely place, Glas thought as he banked ever so slightly to catch the north wind and take some of the load off of his semblance. Do not be mistaken, he would never trade his semblance for anything, for the sky was also open and free. He saw the world spread out below, the blue above, and got the idea that he could go anywhere, and do anything. Up here, he could watch over the people below, and strike swift death from the clouds upon the monsters that stalked the shadows. The cowardly vermin would flee in turn, unable to reach him, unable to fight back.
Well, except for nevermores. They could fight back. But thankfully, Glas had yet to encounter one.
Glas truly cherished the sky, and only wished he had someone else to share it with. His friends and family, no matter how close they were, would never understand the sky as he did. His old dog Colonel probably would, the two having had many hours of conversation over the past eighteen years, but Colonel would never be able to come with him. Indeed Glas was very much alone at the moment, performing his daily route meant to increase his endurance. His only company, as far as he could see, was a lone bird far off in the distance.
Glas gave another downward push with his massive, eagle-like wings, and observed the bird. The first thing he noticed was that its wing structure was nowhere similar to a nevermore's, which was good. The second thing he noticed was the bird's altitude. It was several thousand feet above him, he estimated from this distance. Already the air was very nippy, and it was taking him slightly more effort than usual to catch his breath. If he tried to reach the creature, he'd probably either freeze or black out, a fact he commended the bird for. He watched it climb further still, twisting and turning in an updraft that Glas desperately wished he had at the moment. Then, it turned over in a dive, straight towards the earth. Glas considered this as he watched the dark shape plummet. That was very odd behavior for a-
It's not a bird!
Glass heart exploded in his chest, and the world slowed as he took in every detail. There were no bird species around Beacon with wings of that color, he realized stupidly after sunlight glinted off of the girl's own appendages. Yes, it was a girl! It was a girl with wings! one who'd been flying high enough to black out from oxygen deprivation!
"Oh, dear Oum above!" Glas breathed, and without even registering the action in his brain, he flapped furiously until he was above the girl, and then disengaged his semblance. He free-fall was adrenaline fueled as well, although out of fear for another's safety rather than excitement.
Go! Go! Go! Faster!
It wasn't long before Prism's inverted view of the world was slowly engulfed by a wall of a man. Glas, head pointed towards the ground, body pointed like an arrow, slowly lowered himself until he and the faunus were parallel and face-to-face. The wind howled in his ears, and his eyes stung. But, he was relieved to see that the girl... uh... what was her name? He'd seen her in the halls before. Was it... Priscilla? Patricia? Whatever, not important. Glas was relieved to see that she was conscious. Meanwhile, Prism would be looking into the face of a human, whom all evidence indicated had come from the same direction as she had: above. With no wings or otherwise visible means of flight. Huge, blue eyes the same color as the expanse around them stared into hers with was appeared to be genuine concern. He stood nearly a foot above her, and his shoulders were nearly twice as wide. Two massive hands gloved in rough fighting leather rose up to give a thumbs-up.
"ARE. YOU. OKAY?!" Glas called out over the roar of the wind, the ground still far enough away to where he didn't just opt to scoop her into his arms. His voice was strong and clear, like the deep bark of a large sheepdog.