The Tangle Moonchild, flying wild.

This thread is a bit outdated, but hopefully we can still make it work ^-^

Much was new, as to be expected. These were foreign — soon to be native, as was the hope — lands. But new was good. Where once only mountains could be seen, now lush greenery marks her path ahead. Some is thickly folded, but she doesn't mind some shade for a few miles on.

The pale bird hummed as she walked, feeling the wind occasionally ripple against her feathers. An aura of tranquility surrounded, gracing each muscle and limb the peace to lie still as she traipsed along. 

Soon, Vespira could hear the chirps of birds singing along with her. A smile crept upon her face, eyes dancing around towards the higher limbs of the trees. If only she could join them up there — to be the first to touch the wind and another to reach the skies. But alas, like others, she was forbidden, grounded upon the terrain against her feet. It was not all too bad. Besides, birds often get tired of flying and cannot stay upon the ground long for the possibility of getting snatched by some hungry beast. Down here is better. This she knows.