The Heartwood konaiseiko

well #YOLO

She liked how the little magpie seemed to be levelly ecstatic as she was on the idea of her flying, though Prima's... expectations were probably pretty far from the bird's. It was still funny to see the bird flapping around her paw, very much taking her seriously, before she cocked her head up to tell her that she approved of it as flight material.

Up for whatever that was to come along, the silvery fae followed the magpie closely behind at the mention of a tree, careful not to disappoint both the bird and herself. It would probably not do too good for her well-being if she fell from a branch ten meters up in the air. It would be unlike anything she'd ever experienced, though she probably wouldn't even be able to climb that high in the first place. Some part of her nagged at her to try, though that was a no-no, but she sure did want to feel the wind ruffling her fur and the sensation of complete freedom. Sorta.

It wasn't long before she spotted a stump, just enough for Prima on her tippytoes to be able to place her forelegs on the top. Well, it wouldn't be what Lena would call fun enough, nor would it probably be of "standard beginner material" to the magpie. She asked. "Is this good enough? We can have something else, if you want. I don't think I'll be able to fly like you can, though. You've already seen my crap wings."