02-07-2021, 04:02 PM
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He knows some of the feeling she has, the way her heart flutters up into her throat. Targaryen cannot picture what it would be like to try flying without sight, but neither can he imagine walking without sight. Yet she has been able to do this — to travel from one place to the other, to survive this long — and he knows she will be able to fly as well. It might take time, but he hopes this hill will give her the space to learn how to soar beyond her graceful, tender walking.
And with all the loyalty he has, Targaryen doesn’t fail to fall with her.
He had plummeted into the water the first time too. It isn’t easy to catch the air under wings you have never used, to ignore the fear that drops you closer to the ground, to press closer to the sun while you feel gravity pulling you down. Targaryen has learned how to fly since that first drop (though his landings seem to be clumsy enough that even a blind girl notices them), but he lets himself fall willingly into the water after Catryn.
He avoids her pink-and-black body, landing in the water beside her, and brings his face to the surface with an exhilarated smile. Targaryen lets out a victorious whoop of excitement as he finds Catryn’s side. “That was awesome!” He touches his nose to her shoulder, a signal of his presence. The combination of sunlight and water at her sides sparkles in his brown eyes, catching Targaryen off-guard for a moment.
“It’s this way,” he says with a happy laugh, pleased that Catyrn feels confident enough to try again, even if she has failed the first time. The ground is slippery under his feet, and it takes Targaryen a moment to climb out of the water. He is confident his frantic splashing will guide Catyrn out of the water as well (and his definitely ungraceful scramble might be because of the slick footing or because he is just plain clumsy…).
This time he chatters extra tips while they climb the hill. As they reach the top, Targaryen flicks his dripping tail in his friend’s direction with a laugh to spray her with the remaining river water. “We’re at the top again,” he admits as he stops. “It’s about four strides in front of you now.” And his chest swells with excitement and hope that this will be the time she catches the air under her sunlight wings.
And with all the loyalty he has, Targaryen doesn’t fail to fall with her.
He had plummeted into the water the first time too. It isn’t easy to catch the air under wings you have never used, to ignore the fear that drops you closer to the ground, to press closer to the sun while you feel gravity pulling you down. Targaryen has learned how to fly since that first drop (though his landings seem to be clumsy enough that even a blind girl notices them), but he lets himself fall willingly into the water after Catryn.
He avoids her pink-and-black body, landing in the water beside her, and brings his face to the surface with an exhilarated smile. Targaryen lets out a victorious whoop of excitement as he finds Catryn’s side. “That was awesome!” He touches his nose to her shoulder, a signal of his presence. The combination of sunlight and water at her sides sparkles in his brown eyes, catching Targaryen off-guard for a moment.
“It’s this way,” he says with a happy laugh, pleased that Catyrn feels confident enough to try again, even if she has failed the first time. The ground is slippery under his feet, and it takes Targaryen a moment to climb out of the water. He is confident his frantic splashing will guide Catyrn out of the water as well (and his definitely ungraceful scramble might be because of the slick footing or because he is just plain clumsy…).
This time he chatters extra tips while they climb the hill. As they reach the top, Targaryen flicks his dripping tail in his friend’s direction with a laugh to spray her with the remaining river water. “We’re at the top again,” he admits as he stops. “It’s about four strides in front of you now.” And his chest swells with excitement and hope that this will be the time she catches the air under her sunlight wings.
@[Catryn]