"If I could fly I would never come back", you said
It was educational as much as it was fun, flying with Danta. Her one brief year of wearing feathers had nothing on his lifetime as a crow, and it showed. Bolder, more agile, he could turn tighter and navigate passages where she would have circled around. Aerial acrobatics she was quick to try imitating, but perhaps not immediately able to replicate - ah, but it was fun.
Picking up speed as his dark form cut up in front of her, Maea playfully snapped her beak at his tail feathers. Following him into the dive, her smaller, lighter body lagged behind and he beat her to the cluster of gems. First to break the fall, she veered aside - only a little bit unsteady before finding lift again - and fell into a circle above the shiny distraction.
"S-T-oOp?" she cawed, twisting the usual noises as much as possible to get the question out. Perhaps that too was a matter of practice - corvids in general certainly had the capacity to sound the words.
Picking up speed as his dark form cut up in front of her, Maea playfully snapped her beak at his tail feathers. Following him into the dive, her smaller, lighter body lagged behind and he beat her to the cluster of gems. First to break the fall, she veered aside - only a little bit unsteady before finding lift again - and fell into a circle above the shiny distraction.
"S-T-oOp?" she cawed, twisting the usual noises as much as possible to get the question out. Perhaps that too was a matter of practice - corvids in general certainly had the capacity to sound the words.
Maea
