"If I could fly I would never come back", you said
Reaching for Maea through the bond was like fumbling for a hand in the dark. An absolute silence was all Nova would receive, and the ancient could only imagine how unsettling that must be, when you were used to connecting mind to mind. Inconvenient though it was, she was personally glad to have her thoughts to herself. The chirps from the dreambird was enough for her, and managed to convey enough that she paused on her branch until Nova caught up.
Clacking her beak in encouragement, she waited a few moments so her friend could catch her breath, then spread her wings and glided off to a nearby branch, situated slightly lower. Branching was how most birds learned to fly, and it helped to build confidence; pushing off, trusting your wings, then gauging the distance and speed and adjusting in order to land safely.
As razor sharp talons grasped the new branch, bark scattered towards the ground. Turning around, Maea croaked cheerfully for Nova to follow - however fast or slow she wished to go. Knowing her... it wouldn't be slow.
Clacking her beak in encouragement, she waited a few moments so her friend could catch her breath, then spread her wings and glided off to a nearby branch, situated slightly lower. Branching was how most birds learned to fly, and it helped to build confidence; pushing off, trusting your wings, then gauging the distance and speed and adjusting in order to land safely.
As razor sharp talons grasped the new branch, bark scattered towards the ground. Turning around, Maea croaked cheerfully for Nova to follow - however fast or slow she wished to go. Knowing her... it wouldn't be slow.
Maea
