eyes like sinking ships; catryn

[Catryn]

“Okay.” She replies a little breathlessly, the idea of practicing filling her up with warmth. Although Catryn would like to fly, she’d always shied away from the Catryn is frightened but exhilaration overrides her fear and makes her determined not to show it to Targaryen. It seems like a poor way to repay his kindness at even offering to help or his thoughtfulness in leading her to where he wanted to go. His excitement is infectious and it helps to ease away some of that fear - and she follows him as though there’s a tether binding them. She moves with careful grace, ground-travel always being relatively safe but occasionally involving pitfalls and tripping hazards. She tends to prefer the meadow over places like the forest. Catryn lets his voice ground her as the actual ground begins to rise into a slope. Her ears twitch with the combination of his voice and the nearby river. Its presence is almost comforting - at least if she crashes it won’t be particularly painful. The mention of the treetops worries her, though, and she’s frowning slightly when she stops. “Okay.” She says again, when he says he’s going to jump with her, trepidation making the word wobble a little bit. But she steels herself soon after and repeats it once more, stronger this time. “Okay.” It's funny to think how immediately she's come to trust him. But she does. If Targaryen thinks this is safe - she has no reason to think otherwise. And then before she can think she unfurls her sunlight wings and takes those two strides with feigned confidence. She feels her heart drop with her body before her wings catch her. She tries to flap her wings, wondering when she will collide with the trees, but the sensation of being aloft is so new, so strange, so wonderful, she panics and falls right into the river. The panic gets worse when she disappears into the water but after some undignified flailing, she manages to get her head back into the air and her hooves on solid, but slippery, ground so that she can stand. The sunlight from her wings sparkling on the waves she's created. Her ears flick for signs of her new friend but she doesn’t waste time in calling out as well - a smile growing despite her spectacular failure. “Targaryen? Which way to the hill? I want to try again.”

@[Targaryen]