As flying enters into everyday life,
the dreams of centuries become actualities.
the dreams of centuries become actualities.
Appreciative of Maea's praise, Nova gave a small chirp, puffing her chest feathers in a poof of white and rainbow. She looked suspiciously like a tie-dyed cotton ball, but that didn't stop her from filling every ounce of her tiny body with pride.
When the gore crow chose to go up instead of to the next branch, Nova followed suit, her fluffed feathers settling a little in her concentration. She shuffled her feet before beginning to move her wings, keeping the same rhythm like a dance or a mantra: front, middle, back, front, middle, back. Slowly, painstakingly so, Nova lifted a few inches off the branch. She strained her neck higher, forcing her wings to work harder and faster to lift her just a little higher.
Once she was hovering slightly over her perch, Nova gave a small chirp of victory and pushed forward to the next branch, ready to follow to another section of the forest.
[FIN]
When the gore crow chose to go up instead of to the next branch, Nova followed suit, her fluffed feathers settling a little in her concentration. She shuffled her feet before beginning to move her wings, keeping the same rhythm like a dance or a mantra: front, middle, back, front, middle, back. Slowly, painstakingly so, Nova lifted a few inches off the branch. She strained her neck higher, forcing her wings to work harder and faster to lift her just a little higher.
Once she was hovering slightly over her perch, Nova gave a small chirp of victory and pushed forward to the next branch, ready to follow to another section of the forest.
[FIN]
One by one they take shape
and become stepping-stones for other dreams.
and become stepping-stones for other dreams.
Nova
