As flying enters into everyday life,
the dreams of centuries become actualities.
the dreams of centuries become actualities.
She followed behind Maea as best she could, but it was hard when she still had to concentrate on the beat of her wings between getting distracted by random sights or sounds. The lower heat gave way to denser sunlight that peeked through the canopy, casting the colorful flowers into gilded shades and glistening petals. When her eyes would deviate from the path, Nova noticed that she would drift, her wings tilting just enough to take her off course towards the peculiarity. But then she'd spot the white corvid flying farther and farther ahead, spurring on her flight.
Her muscles were already starting to tire, but she was having so much fun flying and weaving through the trees that she didn't want to stop. Hopping to pause on the occasional branch, she did her best to keep up, all six wings working overtime to regain the altitude she'd lost in her most recent distraction.
Her muscles were already starting to tire, but she was having so much fun flying and weaving through the trees that she didn't want to stop. Hopping to pause on the occasional branch, she did her best to keep up, all six wings working overtime to regain the altitude she'd lost in her most recent distraction.
One by one they take shape
and become stepping-stones for other dreams.
and become stepping-stones for other dreams.
Nova
