but oh, the summer nights

As flying enters into everyday life,
the dreams of centuries become actualities.

After her lesson with Everest, Nova was a little better at flying, although she still needed the practice - as much as she hated to admit it. It took a few tries to get into the tree, having to remember the rhythm of her wings and how to get them to work together instead of bumping into each other like they were competing for prettiest feathers. She had to use a few of the lower branches since she still couldn't get that high, but she made it up eventually, watching as Maea flit from branch to branch with ease. Hey! Wait for me!

But when she didn't get a response, Nova tilted her head, the rainbowed plumage catching in the light that filtered through the canopy. It was only after a confused second that she realized Maea wouldn't be able to hear her through the bond, so she gave a soft chirp instead, flaring her wings as she made to follow to the next branch. 

It took more concentration than she'd like to admit, and it wasn't as graceful as she'd have liked, but as she bumped into the branch and caught her balance, there was still a prideful trill and a puffing of her chest feathers.

One by one they take shape
and become stepping-stones for other dreams.

Nova