Crooning a note of curiousity and confusion, the calf continues to sway slightly. However as the pillar of air wraps around it it seems to cease all movements and merely allows itself to be pulled along. Rocketing towards the ground, the galactic fire around its body suddenly stops and its freefall grows slow. A trail of stardust showers around them, the ultraviolet sheen of it brilliant against the night hues. Together the owl and the whale fall like rain towards the net and into its buoyant tendrils, they crash.
Like the net it was meant to be, it yields beneath the force of the calf, bowing down into the pit before expanding back up, tossing the baby into the air. With a raucous call the calf does a flip in the moonlight, landing on its belly the calf bobs gently on the current of air.
Like the net it was meant to be, it yields beneath the force of the calf, bowing down into the pit before expanding back up, tossing the baby into the air. With a raucous call the calf does a flip in the moonlight, landing on its belly the calf bobs gently on the current of air.
