The Sunspire i'm here to party

Nightingale eyed Jace, making the mental note of a healer to see if he'll need any poppy seeds later. After a minute, she lied down with him, resting in the sun.

"I've been... training," she began slowly, "The owl, Aryn, taught me how to navigate at night with the stars and how to tell what the weather will be like on one day a few days before it comes around. She has even showed me how to jump high enough to be with the birds."

Nightingale's eyes were dreamy at this. She loved the ways the wind felt underneath her fur when she reached her highest point in the jumping arc, she seemed to always feel like she was actually flying when she did it.