"If I could fly I would never come back", you said
The thermals created over the desert were incredible. Even without the wing shape to make best use of them the lift was so potent that even a crow could extend her wings and simply crest, riding higher and higher until the glistening pools below seemed little more than dots of a brighter white than the sand.
Better than resting, better than curling up beneath a pile of blankets to await the Greatwood's awakening from its Deepfrost torpor was the heat of the sun reflected off the ground. Almost as potent as the heat of the Climb, Maea felt alive out here. Soft, agile, able to truly relax and strip down to her essence. The crow, in this case, let her sail wherever she wished on currents of wind and the only thing that would keep her from staying here indefinitely was the lack of water.
Though, it wasn't simply for a pleasurable time that she had lingered in the desert. It was also a good place to find sand - specifically, silica and quartz, and other mineral types suitable for creating glass. Merely intending to scout for today, the white-feathered crow kept an eye on the shifting shades of dust below for anything that seemed suitable. The other, out of prudence, kept scanning the surroundings for signs of trouble. And perhaps a meal - it had been a while since she ate last, and it was always a good idea to stay on top of the bloodlust.
Better than resting, better than curling up beneath a pile of blankets to await the Greatwood's awakening from its Deepfrost torpor was the heat of the sun reflected off the ground. Almost as potent as the heat of the Climb, Maea felt alive out here. Soft, agile, able to truly relax and strip down to her essence. The crow, in this case, let her sail wherever she wished on currents of wind and the only thing that would keep her from staying here indefinitely was the lack of water.
Though, it wasn't simply for a pleasurable time that she had lingered in the desert. It was also a good place to find sand - specifically, silica and quartz, and other mineral types suitable for creating glass. Merely intending to scout for today, the white-feathered crow kept an eye on the shifting shades of dust below for anything that seemed suitable. The other, out of prudence, kept scanning the surroundings for signs of trouble. And perhaps a meal - it had been a while since she ate last, and it was always a good idea to stay on top of the bloodlust.
Maea
