"If I could fly I would never come back", you said
It had stopped snowing. A pale winter sun hung low over a landscape blanketed in white and illuminated the glittering expanse in shades of blue and gold. Not a cloud could be seen. Only the faintest haze of frost hung about the maze, that would become unpleasant and dangerous once the sun set. But for a while longer the light offered the barest hint of warmth, that allowed for fire born birds to frolic just a little while longer.
Without wind to carry her upward, Maea had to work for every inch of ground she made. The crow was not really a glider. Her wings were more suited to agility and acrobatics, to wind her way through dense woodlands and narrow cliff crevices, and crossing great distances made her chest muscles burned from lack of practice. The labyrinth below offered some variation at least; she could entertain herself by following the winding patterns of thorny hedges, where late roses hung ice-coated beneath caps of snow - made white as her feathers by the season.
A shadow followed in her wake. It was pleasant, having someone to fly with, and she was learning much just by watching and imitating her teacher. Young as he was, Edmund was not a bad teacher.
Without wind to carry her upward, Maea had to work for every inch of ground she made. The crow was not really a glider. Her wings were more suited to agility and acrobatics, to wind her way through dense woodlands and narrow cliff crevices, and crossing great distances made her chest muscles burned from lack of practice. The labyrinth below offered some variation at least; she could entertain herself by following the winding patterns of thorny hedges, where late roses hung ice-coated beneath caps of snow - made white as her feathers by the season.
A shadow followed in her wake. It was pleasant, having someone to fly with, and she was learning much just by watching and imitating her teacher. Young as he was, Edmund was not a bad teacher.
Maea
