Nova
when fears are grounded,
The Attuned is shifting in the blink of an eye, revealing a tall man that makes her feel very small all of a sudden. Despite her shorter posture, Nova's never felt short before, her larger-than-life persoanility making up for the vertical disparity, but as a tiny bird, it's too obvious to ignore, her head craning up to look at him even as he's kneeling in front of her.
Contrary to what her reaction should be (as everyone keeps telling her), there's no fear or caution when he asks to touch her. She offers a mental shrug that translates in a brief tilt of her avian head. If you think it'll help. Although when his fingers come to grasp her lower wings, the strange feeling of being restricted makes her blink for a moment as she adjusts, shuffling her feet in the sand.
She listens surprisingly close to his instructions, nodding her head as she looks at her wings. Okay... Then, as if more to herself than him, she mutters, Just the top two...
Her wings stretch wide as she moves to lift the top pair, feeling as the movement pulls at the threads in her other wings. They try to lift with the first, but his gentle grasp holds them in place as they strain upward. She keeps pulling against the sensation until only two wings raise up high, a little giggle sounding her triumph before she's flapping them down, a small gust of air shifting with the motion. Wanting to get a feel for it, Nova does it again, the threads slowly starting to resemble spiderwebs that could shake lose with enough force.
Contrary to what her reaction should be (as everyone keeps telling her), there's no fear or caution when he asks to touch her. She offers a mental shrug that translates in a brief tilt of her avian head. If you think it'll help. Although when his fingers come to grasp her lower wings, the strange feeling of being restricted makes her blink for a moment as she adjusts, shuffling her feet in the sand.
She listens surprisingly close to his instructions, nodding her head as she looks at her wings. Okay... Then, as if more to herself than him, she mutters, Just the top two...
Her wings stretch wide as she moves to lift the top pair, feeling as the movement pulls at the threads in her other wings. They try to lift with the first, but his gentle grasp holds them in place as they strain upward. She keeps pulling against the sensation until only two wings raise up high, a little giggle sounding her triumph before she's flapping them down, a small gust of air shifting with the motion. Wanting to get a feel for it, Nova does it again, the threads slowly starting to resemble spiderwebs that could shake lose with enough force.
dreams take flight
