"If I could fly I would never come back", you said
Fatigue was not even registering in the gore crow's mind for a while yet. It was enjoying the flight too much, and the game that it had made of reading the winds and figuring out which ones would carry her up and which ones that could sustain a long, controlled coasting that lasted for hours on end. Gone were the days where her wings were new and the currents of air was a strange new land, and yet Maea was still learning something during this long flight.
Her response was an echo to the lyvern's rumble, harsh and high pitched in comparison. Confident, and jubilant in equal measure. This time her suggestion wasn't so much a challenge as it was making good on a promise. "Meat! Fish! Eat!" she called, pushing the limits of what her birdy vocals could accomplish given the lack of practice. Descending to lower altitudes, she began to scan the surface of the waves for signs of movement. Between large fish, encantados or sharks, surely something had to be available for snatching up and carrying off to some reef for consumption.
Her response was an echo to the lyvern's rumble, harsh and high pitched in comparison. Confident, and jubilant in equal measure. This time her suggestion wasn't so much a challenge as it was making good on a promise. "Meat! Fish! Eat!" she called, pushing the limits of what her birdy vocals could accomplish given the lack of practice. Descending to lower altitudes, she began to scan the surface of the waves for signs of movement. Between large fish, encantados or sharks, surely something had to be available for snatching up and carrying off to some reef for consumption.
Maea
