Everest
Understood. The eagle begins to pivot away, wings folding in a precise, economical angle as he prepares to catch the updraft and return to his intended flight path. She said no. He catalogues it. Files it. Adjusts course accordingly. There’s a right order to things, and respect sits at the top of the list.
But then—Maybe.
The single word disrupts the mental checklist. His wings twitch mid-glide, correcting instantly, and he banks a sharp, calculated curve back toward the beach. A beat later, he’s descending with controlled momentum, adjusting minutely for wind speed and terrain. Talons land with soft clicks against a smooth basalt stone, and he draws his wings in with an almost mechanical symmetry—left, then right, ensuring perfect balance.
Not a standard number of wings, he observes aloud, eyeing the disarray with clinical detachment. There’s no mockery in it—just data. Six wings. Bright plumage. Poor interwing coordination. Head tilted slightly, he commits it all to mental inventory. Though I believe it is the acceptable number for dreambirds.
His gaze stays locked on her wings as he continues, tone clipped but oddly gentle. If you like you can show me how you've been going about getting airborne and I can see if I can see why they aren't working correctly.
But then—Maybe.
The single word disrupts the mental checklist. His wings twitch mid-glide, correcting instantly, and he banks a sharp, calculated curve back toward the beach. A beat later, he’s descending with controlled momentum, adjusting minutely for wind speed and terrain. Talons land with soft clicks against a smooth basalt stone, and he draws his wings in with an almost mechanical symmetry—left, then right, ensuring perfect balance.
Not a standard number of wings, he observes aloud, eyeing the disarray with clinical detachment. There’s no mockery in it—just data. Six wings. Bright plumage. Poor interwing coordination. Head tilted slightly, he commits it all to mental inventory. Though I believe it is the acceptable number for dreambirds.
His gaze stays locked on her wings as he continues, tone clipped but oddly gentle. If you like you can show me how you've been going about getting airborne and I can see if I can see why they aren't working correctly.
If I told you that you'd do nothing with it
I'd still be that cigarette that you couldn't finish
I'd still be that cigarette that you couldn't finish
