As flying enters into everyday life,
the dreams of centuries become actualities.
the dreams of centuries become actualities.
Nova watched as something seemed to catch the white gore crow's attention, glancing down like she might be able to spot it, but the canopy and the shadows they cast made it difficult for her to see what it might have been amongst the vast undergrowth. Still, she followed without hesitation, letting out a little chirp of agreement before bouncing off her branch to float down.
Going down wasn't really a skill she'd practiced, but she did what she thought might work: flap slower. She let her wings snag the air current, only moving them to redirect or avoid something during her descent. It wasn't the most graceful means, but it seemed to work well enough. She didn't hit any trunks and her wings were mercifully cooperative, not even bumping into each other when she lost focus. She ultimately made it to the ground, only stumbling a little yet righting herself to see what Maea had discovered.
Going down wasn't really a skill she'd practiced, but she did what she thought might work: flap slower. She let her wings snag the air current, only moving them to redirect or avoid something during her descent. It wasn't the most graceful means, but it seemed to work well enough. She didn't hit any trunks and her wings were mercifully cooperative, not even bumping into each other when she lost focus. She ultimately made it to the ground, only stumbling a little yet righting herself to see what Maea had discovered.
One by one they take shape
and become stepping-stones for other dreams.
and become stepping-stones for other dreams.
Nova
