Nova
when fears are grounded,
He lands next to her with more annoying ease, perching on a rock while she's still stubbornly stuck to the sand. His assessment has her head tilting, curious as he checks over her wings. She hadn't thought it was an odd number of wings, but she supposes that most birds have two. Maybe she's just extra special, so the gods gave her more.
There's an ounce of embarrassment as she thinks he's making the incorrect assumption that she's already flown. It's not like she hasn't tried, but she always ends up in a tangle of wings - not that he or anyone else needs to know that. Okay. Maybe he does if he's going to help her.
Puffing her chest against the idea, her head burrows down into her plumage as she mutters, I haven't flown yet.
Suddenly worried he might think less of her, she hops to make herself taller (which isn't very tall). But it's not my fault! The wings bump into each other and won't work together. They have to be broken. She throws out all her wings, moving them up and down like she might be trying to fly, but what are supposed to be graceful movements are stilted and disjointed, wings smacking into each other and throwing them off course. It's a mess of jerking motions and chaotic feathers with the very obvious factor of no upward momentum. See?!
There's an ounce of embarrassment as she thinks he's making the incorrect assumption that she's already flown. It's not like she hasn't tried, but she always ends up in a tangle of wings - not that he or anyone else needs to know that. Okay. Maybe he does if he's going to help her.
Puffing her chest against the idea, her head burrows down into her plumage as she mutters, I haven't flown yet.
Suddenly worried he might think less of her, she hops to make herself taller (which isn't very tall). But it's not my fault! The wings bump into each other and won't work together. They have to be broken. She throws out all her wings, moving them up and down like she might be trying to fly, but what are supposed to be graceful movements are stilted and disjointed, wings smacking into each other and throwing them off course. It's a mess of jerking motions and chaotic feathers with the very obvious factor of no upward momentum. See?!
dreams take flight
