took her hair out the bow and laid that ribbon in my hand
Aisha's head swiveled bat towards Oliver at his laugh, large pivotal ears twitching as she did. She started to steady as she listened to his words, reacting on instinct while she was distracted. What he said made sense, it seemed right, but for someone who generally liked control she found an odd rigidity when wanting to let go.
But she'd try, small lava painted chest rising and falling faster than ever, her heart beating at a quicker rate. There were so many new feelings to experience, and she wanted to feel it all. With a couple more flaps she glided out into the hallway with Oliver, who'd shifted to a small red headed woodpecker.
The larger beast, her wings far wider than his, took up position at the end of the hall, practicing her hover before attempting a flight to the other side. At first, she felt wobbly, felt as though she could crash and burn, but after a couple seconds she felt the mechanics of flight, eased into the way her wings felt against the breeze she created, the way her fur ruffed around her face.
The flying fox reached the end of the hallway and shot Oliver a look that mimicked a smile, a foxy smile. "Did you see that?" she said, a hint of pride in her tone. And determination, for only seconds after she was taking off to the other end of the hallway again, this time even coming to grab onto a door frame, perching upside down and holding on with her claws. Far more natural than her sit on the bed.
But she'd try, small lava painted chest rising and falling faster than ever, her heart beating at a quicker rate. There were so many new feelings to experience, and she wanted to feel it all. With a couple more flaps she glided out into the hallway with Oliver, who'd shifted to a small red headed woodpecker.
The larger beast, her wings far wider than his, took up position at the end of the hall, practicing her hover before attempting a flight to the other side. At first, she felt wobbly, felt as though she could crash and burn, but after a couple seconds she felt the mechanics of flight, eased into the way her wings felt against the breeze she created, the way her fur ruffed around her face.
The flying fox reached the end of the hallway and shot Oliver a look that mimicked a smile, a foxy smile. "Did you see that?" she said, a hint of pride in her tone. And determination, for only seconds after she was taking off to the other end of the hallway again, this time even coming to grab onto a door frame, perching upside down and holding on with her claws. Far more natural than her sit on the bed.
AISHA
