Nova
when fears are grounded,
Nova listens with surprising intensity, taking in all the tips and analogies as she tries to get her wings to work together rather than against each other. Knowing that adding the third pair will only complicated things, she does her best to keep them pinned to her side, finding it easier to separate the movements now.
The last example piques her interest, her feet shuffling excitedly in the sand. Ooh. I like dancing! At least with her feet, and she assumes it'll be just as fun with her wings.
Humming a bright, jovial tune in her mind (and subsequently through the bond), Nova tries to find a balance between concentration and instinct. She lets the music set the pace, her muscles the instruments that she coordinates into a rhythmic movement. It's not easy, and she stumbles a few times, but after the first song, her wings are beginning to move in an echoed sync: front wings, middle wings, front, middle, front, middle. It seems to be working, and Nova's chiming giggle melds with the music that flows down the bond.
The last example piques her interest, her feet shuffling excitedly in the sand. Ooh. I like dancing! At least with her feet, and she assumes it'll be just as fun with her wings.
Humming a bright, jovial tune in her mind (and subsequently through the bond), Nova tries to find a balance between concentration and instinct. She lets the music set the pace, her muscles the instruments that she coordinates into a rhythmic movement. It's not easy, and she stumbles a few times, but after the first song, her wings are beginning to move in an echoed sync: front wings, middle wings, front, middle, front, middle. It seems to be working, and Nova's chiming giggle melds with the music that flows down the bond.
dreams take flight
