Pipin was born in the shadowed cradle of the Deep-Root Woods, where the sun is merely a rumor whispered through thick canopies. While his kin were content talking to squirrels and carving wooden whistles, Pipin spent his youth staring at the tiny patches of blue visible through the leaves. His life changed forever when he climbed the Great Sentinel Tree and witnessed a migration of Aarakocra passing through a thunderstorm. While others saw a hazard, Pipin saw the ultimate liberation. He realized that the ground wasn't a home; it was a tether that needed to be cut.
Rejecting the traditional 'earth-bound' magic of his ancestors, Pipin began a frantic study of Conjuration, though he found the practice of summoning demons and elementals 'dreadfully heavy.' He theorized that if one could conjure a physical object, one could surely conjure 'solidified lift.' His first successful experiment—a self-inflating lounge chair made of semi-solid mist—floated him three hundred feet into the air before popping. He has been falling and flying in equal measure ever since, fueled by the belief that gravity is simply a lack of imagination.