As flying enters into everyday life,
the dreams of centuries become actualities.
the dreams of centuries become actualities.
One branch wasn't enough to get her wings under control, the feeling still awkward and fumbling, so when Maea moved on to the next, Nova figured she should follow. Shuffling her feet on the wood, her tiny claws scraped against the wood as she spread her wings again, dipping her head in preparation before she launched forward with as much effort as she could muster.
The slight breeze caught beneath her feathers as she did her best to remember the order: front, middle, back, front, middle, back. They were slow enough to lose her some altitude, but she managed to half-drift, half-fly her way perilously to the next branch with an abundance of chirps along the way. With one last flap of her wings, she nearly overshot, but managed to snag the wood with her feet, stumbling precariously before righting herself again to look at Maea.
The slight breeze caught beneath her feathers as she did her best to remember the order: front, middle, back, front, middle, back. They were slow enough to lose her some altitude, but she managed to half-drift, half-fly her way perilously to the next branch with an abundance of chirps along the way. With one last flap of her wings, she nearly overshot, but managed to snag the wood with her feet, stumbling precariously before righting herself again to look at Maea.
One by one they take shape
and become stepping-stones for other dreams.
and become stepping-stones for other dreams.
Nova
