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

indra was still in awe that a creature as majestic as one of flight would possibly speak to her -- she, a denizen of the earth -- he, a sovereign of the sky. she wondered in her heart what the wind rifling through feathers felt like, or how the byzantine blue of the sky might have looked through his eyes.

he didn't need to finish his sentence, for indra knew the implication and accompanied it with a museful nod of her head. he introduced himself and indra found herself liking his name. "i'm indra. i live here -- in this valley." she motioned to the frozen expanse they habituated with a cant of her muzzle. "what is it like?" she asked, breathless to hear his own perspective on the enviable ability to fly.