The kobold's ears perked, and she looked up, considering. "That'd be an 'ell of a thing. I'd need t'work out how they goes, exactly, but could do..." She cupped her chin.
She did, in fact, have a way to store magical energy. That was the way her Animus Drive worked-storing the energy generated by the soul and the world around and converting it to usable power- but without something living to attach to, it wouldn't work at all.

So how would that work? "... I know that black powder, stuff what's used in muskets an' such- basically that's a big explosion as propels stuff... But you'd need a load of black powder and a bloody big explosion t'make somethin that big move. I'd 'ave t'look at fuel, see what it's made of. Most magic I know for flight can't make a body move faster than most birds, and I'd imagine you'd need t'go much faster than that. Not t'say it couldn't be done, but we'd be steppin' into unexplored territory. So! Not that much different from what I do at 'ome!" She cackled, an impish grin forming. "I'll need t'bring such an engine back once I'm done 'ere anyroad, so you've gotchourself a kobold." She held out one hand to shake, beaming.