Nova
when fears are grounded,
She preens again at the praise, her wings straightening a little more and her head lifting as the process slowly becomes easier. The two pairs of wings move in an echoed synchrony to create an elegant pattern of colorful feathers that catch the sunlight, the air shifting gently beneath them as they begin to catch the breeze. Nova can feel the pull up, like it's almost to the point of flight, and as the man instructs her to add in that final pair, excitement builds in her chest.
When there's finally a break in her song, Nova unfurls her back wings. The next song is slower to give her a moment to concentrate, finding where the final pair fits into the melody like slotting threads through button holes down the front of a blouse or books onto shelves in alphabetical order. There's some fumbling at first, but Nova hums a little louder, letting the pattern fall into place: front, middle, back, front, middle, back.
Through the tunneled focus, she gives a small chirp between flaps. I think... I'm getting... the hang of it...
When there's finally a break in her song, Nova unfurls her back wings. The next song is slower to give her a moment to concentrate, finding where the final pair fits into the melody like slotting threads through button holes down the front of a blouse or books onto shelves in alphabetical order. There's some fumbling at first, but Nova hums a little louder, letting the pattern fall into place: front, middle, back, front, middle, back.
Through the tunneled focus, she gives a small chirp between flaps. I think... I'm getting... the hang of it...
dreams take flight
