Everest
Her uncertainty is met with a quiet, thoughtful hum—not of doubt, but of interest. The data is incomplete, not incorrect. That’s a good thing. It means there’s room for discovery. With a smooth motion, the eagle hops down from his basalt perch and lands in the sand before her. The shift back to himself is immediate and silent, a blink of energy that leaves Everest kneeling neatly in pressed trousers, hands resting on his thighs. The wind catches the edge of his shirt as he looks at her—rainbow-feathered, mildly frazzled, and still trying. He admires that.
"I’d like to help you isolate the motion," he says, voice low and careful, gaze flicking up to hers. "But only if you’re comfortable with me touching you." He holds still for her answer, movements minimal to avoid startling her. If she agrees, he'll lean forward and gently place both hands on her lower wings, bracing them in place with a steady but feather-light touch. His grip is firm enough to restrict movement, soft enough to adjust with any discomfort—just enough pressure to define boundaries without causing distress.
"You don’t need to control them all at once," he says. "I’ll take care of the lower two sets. Just focus on the top. Let the sensation teach you what that motion feels like."
His eyes remain on her wings, fingers carefully placed. "It’s okay if the others move. That’s part of learning. We’re just creating contrast. Structure." And structure, after all, is something Everest understands better than most.
"I’d like to help you isolate the motion," he says, voice low and careful, gaze flicking up to hers. "But only if you’re comfortable with me touching you." He holds still for her answer, movements minimal to avoid startling her. If she agrees, he'll lean forward and gently place both hands on her lower wings, bracing them in place with a steady but feather-light touch. His grip is firm enough to restrict movement, soft enough to adjust with any discomfort—just enough pressure to define boundaries without causing distress.
"You don’t need to control them all at once," he says. "I’ll take care of the lower two sets. Just focus on the top. Let the sensation teach you what that motion feels like."
His eyes remain on her wings, fingers carefully placed. "It’s okay if the others move. That’s part of learning. We’re just creating contrast. Structure." And structure, after all, is something Everest understands better than most.
even if i had to lose you to know you,
i'd still be that temporary phase that you grow through
i'd still be that temporary phase that you grow through
