I'll jump from the cliff and I'll build my wings on the way down
Aisha didn't need to tell him twice. It was as if she released him from a kind of hold, the hold of a human body. For all that they were capable of, their physical abilities (when unaltered) would always be overshadowed by the raw power of an animal. The fact that there was always an animal within him made Henry feel all the more powerful. Perhaps the Attuned were not in the same breadth as those that could summon or control, or who had unnatural gifts from their gods. Yet, the freedom offered by an eagle's wings was unmatched.
Before her, Henry become one with his inner animal. Dark brown and pure white feathers puffed out in confidence; a huge orange beak snapped through empty air, sharp and built for tearing flesh from bone; golden eyes in a constant glare blinked up; dark talons pierced the stiff soil beneath them with effortless strength.
For all the stellar sea eagle's beauty in its stillness, there was nothing like the power held in its wings. They opened up in a ripple of vigorous movement, so large that they cast their own seven-foot-long shadows across the ground. He let out a loud caw before he ducked his head and folded his wings at half-mast in a mighty bow. After a moment's pause, he peered back up at her face with a small tilt of his head. Behind his sharp stare there was a playful, beckoning glint.
Now, what are you?
Before her, Henry become one with his inner animal. Dark brown and pure white feathers puffed out in confidence; a huge orange beak snapped through empty air, sharp and built for tearing flesh from bone; golden eyes in a constant glare blinked up; dark talons pierced the stiff soil beneath them with effortless strength.
For all the stellar sea eagle's beauty in its stillness, there was nothing like the power held in its wings. They opened up in a ripple of vigorous movement, so large that they cast their own seven-foot-long shadows across the ground. He let out a loud caw before he ducked his head and folded his wings at half-mast in a mighty bow. After a moment's pause, he peered back up at her face with a small tilt of his head. Behind his sharp stare there was a playful, beckoning glint.
Now, what are you?
HENRY
