[ he’s awfully biased, it might just be that anyone who cares to duet or harmonize with him, he would think the world of their ability. singing talent isn’t so limited to just being on-key or melodious, he thinks. and there’s just this, her voice is lovely. so he could easily coo a happier note in response to the question, noticeably brighter-eyed and… not necessarily bushy tailed, but he fans out his feathers, fluffs up more warmly and animatedly.
more recovered than a dizzy little wisp floating towards a bar and landing on strangers.
normally he’d be much more concerned for mortals walking the rail but she is clearly a goddess, she must be capable whether she’s of the stars rather than wind like he. … well on the off-chance she happened to fall maybe he really could try to transform in reflex to try to save her. for now he furls his wings a little, gives a few experimental flaps before lifting from her shoulder to hover a small spiral in the air above her. and this might seem to rejuvenate him above almost anything, flight and being in the air again. this really is where he belongs.
the memory of his wings torn in the desert—a momentary falter, but then he recovers and hovers alongside her with a drift of sea wind. ]
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more recovered than a dizzy little wisp floating towards a bar and landing on strangers.
normally he’d be much more concerned for mortals walking the rail but she is clearly a goddess, she must be capable whether she’s of the stars rather than wind like he. … well on the off-chance she happened to fall maybe he really could try to transform in reflex to try to save her. for now he furls his wings a little, gives a few experimental flaps before lifting from her shoulder to hover a small spiral in the air above her. and this might seem to rejuvenate him above almost anything, flight and being in the air again. this really is where he belongs.
the memory of his wings torn in the desert—a momentary falter, but then he recovers and hovers alongside her with a drift of sea wind. ]