"If I could fly I would never come back", you said
Her caw sounded like laughter, boisterous and delighted. As Thalassa began the ascent Maea made sure to keep a good distance between them so she wouldn't get caught up in the slipstreams of the larger avian. Though smaller and thus forced to work twice as hard for every foot of elevation, the White crow poured her everything into it. Up and up she went, occasionally lagging behind only to shoot upward once more.
A haze of moisture enveloped them as they passed through the first layer of clouds. Breaking through above them, a windstream caught hold of her wings and nearly pushed Maea into the lyvern before she could counter properly. It grew colder. When the air began to thin the ship was little more than a pinprick among the waves. Pausing to circle and adjust to the lighter atmosphere, she gazed down and saw how what had seemed like individual tongues of water actually connected, into rolling ribbons of wave that strerched for miles in either direction. Pressure kept popping in her ears; Maea suspected she could go a bit higher, but not for very long. Twisting round and round, coasting on a thermal, she looked for Thalassa to see if she had risen further.
A haze of moisture enveloped them as they passed through the first layer of clouds. Breaking through above them, a windstream caught hold of her wings and nearly pushed Maea into the lyvern before she could counter properly. It grew colder. When the air began to thin the ship was little more than a pinprick among the waves. Pausing to circle and adjust to the lighter atmosphere, she gazed down and saw how what had seemed like individual tongues of water actually connected, into rolling ribbons of wave that strerched for miles in either direction. Pressure kept popping in her ears; Maea suspected she could go a bit higher, but not for very long. Twisting round and round, coasting on a thermal, she looked for Thalassa to see if she had risen further.
Maea
