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

Indra, he repeated, testing her name upon his beak. Nice to meet you, he added. She informed him she lived in the valley, and his eyes followed hers, looking out over the low-lying field surrounded by mountains. His golden orbs went back to her when she asked what it was like.

He didn't pretend that he didn't understand what she meant. He knew. It's different, he began, than being this low to the ground. It was low for him, anyways. He didn't usually perch on the lower branches of trees, preferring the top. It was her that brought him this far. I look down on everything, he admitted, though it wasn't in a moral sort of way. Ridge thought himself better than no one. They all had their place, and no one was above any other. Nature saw fit to make sure things were balanced. For example, I'm accustomed to looking at your back more than your face, he said, a bit of humor in his voice. I can see for miles around me, and the tiniest of movements below me, he told her. His voice wasn't boastful, instead it was unpretentious. I can watch the sunset from the perch of a tree, and then fly high and watch it all over again. He paused, then admitted, I probably take it for granted sometimes.