"If I could fly I would never come back", you said
Boreal was not the only winged creature to sail the skies, not could she lay claim to being the only white one. The brisk wind offered an excellent opportunity to learn the intricacies of flight, and Maea was not one to balk before a challenge.
It appeared that her albinism carried over to her shifts. While most Gore Crows were ominously black and menacing looking, her blue eyes were starkly contrasted against feathers as pale as her hair. She was still big though, and her talons were sharp, and with her wings spread wide into the wind she was lifted high into the stormy skies, only to dive downward in a sweeping arch.
It was glorious, and such a thrill, to watch the landscape shrink beneath her. To beat her wings until the chest muscles burned from unaccustomed strain and feel the wind lift her up, up, up, awarded her a sense of tremenduous freedom - so sweet it could easily bring her to tears. It was all she had ever longed for, a promise finally fulfilled after years of despair - like she finally had caught a glimpse of who she was truly meant to be.
The only downside was that it was cold in the sky. While she would like nothing better than to play chase with the dragon and the clouds and never come back down, eventually she had to circle down to the ground. Sweeping into a clumsy landing next to Tal, she rubbed her arms to get some feeling back into limbs dangerously close to petrification.
"Is it just me or is it getting r-really cold?" she chattered, teeth clattering. "What are y-you looking for?" Gods, but she wanted a fire right now. And mulled wine. And fresh pastries straight from the oven.
It appeared that her albinism carried over to her shifts. While most Gore Crows were ominously black and menacing looking, her blue eyes were starkly contrasted against feathers as pale as her hair. She was still big though, and her talons were sharp, and with her wings spread wide into the wind she was lifted high into the stormy skies, only to dive downward in a sweeping arch.
It was glorious, and such a thrill, to watch the landscape shrink beneath her. To beat her wings until the chest muscles burned from unaccustomed strain and feel the wind lift her up, up, up, awarded her a sense of tremenduous freedom - so sweet it could easily bring her to tears. It was all she had ever longed for, a promise finally fulfilled after years of despair - like she finally had caught a glimpse of who she was truly meant to be.
The only downside was that it was cold in the sky. While she would like nothing better than to play chase with the dragon and the clouds and never come back down, eventually she had to circle down to the ground. Sweeping into a clumsy landing next to Tal, she rubbed her arms to get some feeling back into limbs dangerously close to petrification.
"Is it just me or is it getting r-really cold?" she chattered, teeth clattering. "What are y-you looking for?" Gods, but she wanted a fire right now. And mulled wine. And fresh pastries straight from the oven.
Maea
