"If I could fly I would never come back", you said
Maea was right on her heels, hitching a ride on the larger avian's tailwinds. Bright sunlight made her white feathers glow incandescent against the blue ocean and one could be forgiven for mistaking her for some seabird at a glance. Her wings were the wrong shape, however. Every so often she ran out of momentum and had to start flapping, gaining altitude only to coast along in the wide sweeping arch so characteristic of corvids.
She was having the time of her life. Having been to sea before, those had been utilitarian, temporary experiences. Going from one place to the other, often with her head so full of what was to come that little attention was spared for the scenery. This time it was different. While Thalassa might have business with this journey, for Maea it had the feel of a vacation. A chance to forget about anything but the here and now - something she very much needed after the fast paced first half of the season.
Breathing deep of the salty air now, she let out a sonorous caw upon meeting the lyverns gaze. Pressing up alongside her, a quick few days upwards challenged her friend to a game; who could fly the highest of them?
She was having the time of her life. Having been to sea before, those had been utilitarian, temporary experiences. Going from one place to the other, often with her head so full of what was to come that little attention was spared for the scenery. This time it was different. While Thalassa might have business with this journey, for Maea it had the feel of a vacation. A chance to forget about anything but the here and now - something she very much needed after the fast paced first half of the season.
Breathing deep of the salty air now, she let out a sonorous caw upon meeting the lyverns gaze. Pressing up alongside her, a quick few days upwards challenged her friend to a game; who could fly the highest of them?
Maea
