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It had been two months to the day since the girl's birth, and she was trying to fly.
It was surreptitious at first: a flicker of the wings here, a little bit of a hop there. Frostfall was nearly gone, taking the snow with it and leaving plenty of new paths for the little lighting girl to explore. She had been meek in the depths of winter, pained by even the slightest brush of snow against her legs. Now, though, there was nothing to stand in her way. She began to grow in leaps and bounds, a new, developing strength obvious in her sprouting form and her blooming personality. And, now, she was learning to fly. Unfortunately, she did not seem to be making much progress.
Somewhere in the Thistle Meadow, her mother grazed. She was still not allowed to venture beyond the borders of the Falls alone, but she had slowly earned more and more freedom to roam in a given area. She had found a place with flat ground, just out of her mother's line of sight, and she had begun to jump around - or perhaps 'pounce' was a better word - , flapping her wings forcefully and trying to lift her tiny body off the ground. She was small for her age, perhaps a bit underdeveloped, and no amount of trying could possibly get her airborne. Still, she had to try.
She ran, her long, lanky legs seeming to take up much more ground than they actually did; her wings flapped furiously, doing little to assist the girl in her quest. One foot after the other, she galloped in a large circle, a frown of determination on her little face. It was no use, though -- she began to lose control of her limbs, suddenly unsure what order she was supposed to place them it. The ground loomed, and she found herself promptly on the ground, sniffling as she felt each grain of dirt like a pinprick on her side. It was all she could do to avoid wailing for her mother.
"Talk."
It was surreptitious at first: a flicker of the wings here, a little bit of a hop there. Frostfall was nearly gone, taking the snow with it and leaving plenty of new paths for the little lighting girl to explore. She had been meek in the depths of winter, pained by even the slightest brush of snow against her legs. Now, though, there was nothing to stand in her way. She began to grow in leaps and bounds, a new, developing strength obvious in her sprouting form and her blooming personality. And, now, she was learning to fly. Unfortunately, she did not seem to be making much progress.
Somewhere in the Thistle Meadow, her mother grazed. She was still not allowed to venture beyond the borders of the Falls alone, but she had slowly earned more and more freedom to roam in a given area. She had found a place with flat ground, just out of her mother's line of sight, and she had begun to jump around - or perhaps 'pounce' was a better word - , flapping her wings forcefully and trying to lift her tiny body off the ground. She was small for her age, perhaps a bit underdeveloped, and no amount of trying could possibly get her airborne. Still, she had to try.
She ran, her long, lanky legs seeming to take up much more ground than they actually did; her wings flapped furiously, doing little to assist the girl in her quest. One foot after the other, she galloped in a large circle, a frown of determination on her little face. It was no use, though -- she began to lose control of her limbs, suddenly unsure what order she was supposed to place them it. The ground loomed, and she found herself promptly on the ground, sniffling as she felt each grain of dirt like a pinprick on her side. It was all she could do to avoid wailing for her mother.
"Talk."
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