avian incognito

Remi does as he explains. His feathers gently twitch as the light breeze moves beneath them. He moves from foot to foot, feeling out the air and its relative buoyancy to his hollow bones. If you can't keep your mind quiet, give it something to think about. A food you like, a sensation you can remember clearly. Something to occupy it. And then? Well. And then you fly. Being larger the physics aren't quite the same. I need to thwart gravity more than you will, when I take off. Think of it like you're skipping rope. The downwards motion of her arms followed by an upwards press of her legs. Follow. He tells her, hoping that having a trajectory will help. So saying, the hawk lifts off easily, gliding in a lazy arc towards the sand and surf so that any potential crash landings might be met with a softer cushion than the busy streets. REMI I wish I could discover something that doesn't expire