"If I could fly I would never come back", you said
There was food enough for all hunters to eat their fill today. Given enough time and a bit of luck even the gore crow, who was out of her element this far out to sea, would have been able to snag a writing body from the waves. But being ever the pragmatic opportunist, the lyverns offer to share was too good to pass up on. Like a tiny jester being tossed a pittance from the queen's high table Maea darted in beneath the wings of the larger avian and snagged a blue-striped fish from its claws. Had they been of an attuned nature Thalassa would have felt the gratitude and shared pride like a warm glow against her mind - but unfortunately all the crow could offer now was approving corvid noises, loud and boisterous like a smattering of applause.
It took some searching to find a reef tall enough to land on. When finally one appeared in a spray of white caps crowning the waves, Maea was hungry enough to dig right in the moment her taloned feet touched rock. Even to her avian palette the fish was delicious, fresh as could be and more than enough to fill her up. Unusually guilt free about the hunt, a thought occurred that it wouldn't be bad to fall back on a pescatarian diet if that meant taking the pressure off her already overencumbered sense of right and wrong... It just might be worth a try. And then other Ancients could call her picky however much they wanted.
It was only later, with a full belly and her pale beak glittering with fish scales, that Maea began to feel the effects of the prolonged flight. Rejoining Thalassa in the sky, she fell back into the slipstream of her larger friend, content to coast along for a while longer – this time, she would be quite willing to stop and rest for a while when the chance came.
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It took some searching to find a reef tall enough to land on. When finally one appeared in a spray of white caps crowning the waves, Maea was hungry enough to dig right in the moment her taloned feet touched rock. Even to her avian palette the fish was delicious, fresh as could be and more than enough to fill her up. Unusually guilt free about the hunt, a thought occurred that it wouldn't be bad to fall back on a pescatarian diet if that meant taking the pressure off her already overencumbered sense of right and wrong... It just might be worth a try. And then other Ancients could call her picky however much they wanted.
It was only later, with a full belly and her pale beak glittering with fish scales, that Maea began to feel the effects of the prolonged flight. Rejoining Thalassa in the sky, she fell back into the slipstream of her larger friend, content to coast along for a while longer – this time, she would be quite willing to stop and rest for a while when the chance came.
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Maea
