Nova
when fears are grounded,
The approval may be nothing more than a brush of a thought, but it's enough to encourage her progress, confidence beginning to line the efforts of her movements. Her concentration remains on the pattern of her wing movements, the rhythm of music guiding their continued cooperation like the elegant steps in a dance slowly becoming more natural with each rotation.
When he offers forth his hands, Nova doesn't break in her practice as she hops forward. Her feet find purchase on his palms, feeling the breeze press against her wings as he raises her higher. Each time he lowers his hands, she can feel the wind catching more and more against the bottom of her feathers, lifting her feet and leaving her weightless over his guiding touch more with each motion. It sends a fluttering of delight through her, a giggle chiming through the bond as the song becomes a soundtrack rather than a musical, accenting the flap of her wings.
When he offers forth his hands, Nova doesn't break in her practice as she hops forward. Her feet find purchase on his palms, feeling the breeze press against her wings as he raises her higher. Each time he lowers his hands, she can feel the wind catching more and more against the bottom of her feathers, lifting her feet and leaving her weightless over his guiding touch more with each motion. It sends a fluttering of delight through her, a giggle chiming through the bond as the song becomes a soundtrack rather than a musical, accenting the flap of her wings.
dreams take flight
