"If I could fly I would never come back", you said
The wind that ruffled her feathers was warm. Blistering, hot, close and laden with ash, it was the most wonderful sensation she'd experienced in a good long while. Hot updrafts made flying an interesting experience. One moment she was carried high, high up into the overcast sky, only for the lift to suddenly fall away. Then she would be falling, plummeting - tucking her wings close to the body and diving so close to crags and cliffs that she could see the feldspar and quartz glitter in ruddy hues - before spreading them wide again and arching gracefully up, up, back to where nothing and no one could ever reach her.
Drunk on the freedom of flight, it was hard for her to focus. Only vaguely recalling that she was supposed to be scouting for something to hunt, she felt like she could keep flying forever and never come down. The horizon was vast; beyond black rock and bubbling pools of lava the ocean glittered in crepuscular rays of light, so solid seeming that she wondered what would happen if she tried to pick one up and fly off with it. Would Vi mind? Would Dygra like that kind of gift? Contrasted against the dark of the days now behind them, both shadow and light seemed so much more tangible and vivid than she recalled, and the world larger by far than the confined rooms and hallways that had been her sole refuge.
Perhaps it was a good thing that she wasn't flying alone. With this much wind under her wings it couldn't be expected of her to simply hunt, eat and leave, right?
Right?
Drunk on the freedom of flight, it was hard for her to focus. Only vaguely recalling that she was supposed to be scouting for something to hunt, she felt like she could keep flying forever and never come down. The horizon was vast; beyond black rock and bubbling pools of lava the ocean glittered in crepuscular rays of light, so solid seeming that she wondered what would happen if she tried to pick one up and fly off with it. Would Vi mind? Would Dygra like that kind of gift? Contrasted against the dark of the days now behind them, both shadow and light seemed so much more tangible and vivid than she recalled, and the world larger by far than the confined rooms and hallways that had been her sole refuge.
Perhaps it was a good thing that she wasn't flying alone. With this much wind under her wings it couldn't be expected of her to simply hunt, eat and leave, right?
Right?
Maea
