Isla
The ground below is a patchwork of colour, and as time goes on Isla is able to play a little with the air currents. Wings spread, she swoops lower and climbs higher seemingly just to pass the time, banking against clouds to see the mountains better before having to propel herself forward to get back to where Remi and Juniper are flying. And then it's time to descend, the medic snorting her distaste for the look of the ground beneath them. I'm not sure the ground is any more stable without the trees, she remarks, before starting to carefully descend.
Her landing is far from perfect, Isla catching against the spindly branches of one of the trees and blundering her way into the soft and marshy dirt. Wings fluttering and folding haughtily, she prowls forward to find the others. Searching might be best. Bait may attract more than just the Mathair.
Her landing is far from perfect, Isla catching against the spindly branches of one of the trees and blundering her way into the soft and marshy dirt. Wings fluttering and folding haughtily, she prowls forward to find the others. Searching might be best. Bait may attract more than just the Mathair.
passing by, you light up my darkest skies
you take only seconds to draw me in
you take only seconds to draw me in
