Nova
when fears are grounded,
The familiar presence of the Attuned bond doesn't startle her, although she's ruffled at having been caught in such distress - not that she's struggling or anything. No, Nova shifts in uncoordinated motions to place her feet firmly in the sand, her feathers puffing at the indignity as she looks up. No. It's pointed and prideful, bristling at the idea that she might need help. Because she's naturally good at everything. Magic comes easy and she's strong and fast and fully capable of figuring this out by herself (she don't need no man).
However, while she sits sprawled in the sand, the falcon soars gracefully above, not an ounce of effort evident on his wings. He even catches the breeze like it's a tune in the back of his mind, gliding forth like it's an old friend. It's annoying to watch, and even more annoying to admit that maybe he knows something she doesn't.
Lifting her head, she readjusts her wings, trying to elegantly lay the six comfortably on top of each other as she mutters, Maybe. Still not completely convinced it's her, Nova does her best to lift one wing to show him - which then has the other two shifting awkwardly like there's invisible strings sewn between them. She mentally glares at the colorful plumage. I think something's wrong with my wings. They don't work right.
However, while she sits sprawled in the sand, the falcon soars gracefully above, not an ounce of effort evident on his wings. He even catches the breeze like it's a tune in the back of his mind, gliding forth like it's an old friend. It's annoying to watch, and even more annoying to admit that maybe he knows something she doesn't.
Lifting her head, she readjusts her wings, trying to elegantly lay the six comfortably on top of each other as she mutters, Maybe. Still not completely convinced it's her, Nova does her best to lift one wing to show him - which then has the other two shifting awkwardly like there's invisible strings sewn between them. She mentally glares at the colorful plumage. I think something's wrong with my wings. They don't work right.
dreams take flight
