He was almost able to fly yesterday. Almost. It had been so close, but when he had tested the idea, the effort was too much.
'Tomorrow,', he had said.
That was hours ago.
Skellig wakes with the first hint of dawn in the sky, and shifts on the blanket pile (it has been improved over the last few days, more of a proper bed now with a large heap of dried grasses beneath the bottom blanket) to stretch his wings out.
He catches sight of her, and stops.
(She'll be able to feel him throw up a line of defense, just in case, before reaching out to sense the aura around her.)
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Date: 2012-03-11 06:34 am (UTC)'Tomorrow,', he had said.
That was hours ago.
Skellig wakes with the first hint of dawn in the sky, and shifts on the blanket pile (it has been improved over the last few days, more of a proper bed now with a large heap of dried grasses beneath the bottom blanket) to stretch his wings out.
He catches sight of her, and stops.
(She'll be able to feel him throw up a line of defense, just in case, before reaching out to sense the aura around her.)