Nova
when fears are grounded,
Taking to the sky with a lot of practice like a natural, Nova is reluctant to admit that she has no idea what a thermal is. She tilts her wings just enough to turn around the outer edge of the cliffs, staying closer to the man so she can hear any of his other instructions. In the process, she feels a shift in the air beneath her wings, the Leafchange breeze gaining new density and heat that ruffles her feathers. Instinctually, she slows the tune of her song, letting time lapse between the beats of her wings like bubbles of music muffling the sounds before popping in a release of color and melody.
It gives her a moment to focus on something other than the rhythm of her movements, glancing down with appreciation to the shrine and the glittering cliffs. The world is so pretty from up here! I never want to come down! Although there's the small tiny little issue of landing that she hasn't thought of yet, and she can already feel the unfamiliar strain of new muscles beginning to tire.
It gives her a moment to focus on something other than the rhythm of her movements, glancing down with appreciation to the shrine and the glittering cliffs. The world is so pretty from up here! I never want to come down! Although there's the small tiny little issue of landing that she hasn't thought of yet, and she can already feel the unfamiliar strain of new muscles beginning to tire.
dreams take flight
