Bearclaw Valley I'm not lazy, I'm on energy-saving mode

indra sucked in her breath as the massive avian fluttered towards her, her breath stolen by the sheer enormity of his wingspan and the artful, effortless way he alighted upon a closer bough. as if it were nothing at all.

she flickered her gaze to him fearfully -- how she wanted to glance upon him unabashedly and drink in every aspect of his existence from the scintillating glint of his goldenrod feathers to the sharp articulate curve of his beak. as far as she knew there was no greater design for predatory prowess -- he cowed her in ways she could not possibly elucidate.

she was entirely shocked to hear him speak -- and shocked moreso that she understood his dialect clearly. she nearly playbowed in excitement as she incredulously asked: "y-you can understand me?" was this real -- was it truly, impossibly real? she tried her best to beat back the slow sink of self-doubt as she glanced upon his magnificent form, for she wished more than anything that this was not a dream but real life transpiring before her. "i said i wish i could fly!" she blurted again in afterthought, still amazed that the sovereign of the sky was able to understand her perfectly.