Nova
when fears are grounded,
The praise is helpful, a verbal encouragement of her progress as she slowly gains more individual control of the first pair of wings. She can feel the muscles begin to separate like threads in a string of colorful yarn, uncoiling from one another to become their own unique structures. Nova uses the man's voice as a guidance, feeling as his fingers slowly loosen with each flap of her wings. She doesn't need them as much anymore, noticing how the other two pairs of wings seem less eager to join in the movement. They still rustle when her front pair rises, but they calm as she tucks them a little tighter to her sides.
Feeling perhaps a little overconfident, Nova shuffles her feet and moves to spread the next pair of wings. Add the middle pair... They flare between his fingers, the back pair straining to join just as they had with the initial motions of her front pair, and just like the first section, she tries to shake off that connection between the two sets; although this time, her front and middle pairs distract her by bumping into each other, not quite sure of whose turn it is to do the flapping.
Feeling perhaps a little overconfident, Nova shuffles her feet and moves to spread the next pair of wings. Add the middle pair... They flare between his fingers, the back pair straining to join just as they had with the initial motions of her front pair, and just like the first section, she tries to shake off that connection between the two sets; although this time, her front and middle pairs distract her by bumping into each other, not quite sure of whose turn it is to do the flapping.
dreams take flight
