One Cold, Winter Day (Elisha)

[FLYNN YOUNG]

The air was crisp with a bit of a nip on Megsy Isle that day, early on in January. The sun was high in the sky sending its rays of warmth shining down through the branches of the trees. The waves crashing down below into the sandy beach glistened with the sun's reflection. It was beautiful, mother nature. Flynn couldn't have picked a better day for an outing. Especially one in which she intended to let her wings breathe and touch the empty, waiting sky.

The young appearing avisaille had worn a large overcoat since it was chilly, moving through the wooded area to find the clearing in which also held a giant ledge that went on for what seemed miles. It might not have but it did give the illusion of almost being endless. The drop towards the water was dangerous and people were encourage not to stand too close to the edge when they did go into the woods. The rocks that were jagged and protruding from the water were like a death trap, steadily waiting to break the fall of the unfortunate.

When Flynn reached the cliff she began to strip herself of her heavy overcoat and let it drop into the dirt. The next to go were her shoes, which she dug into the cold, hardened ground in order to slip her feet out of with ease. The third article was a light sweatshirt which was slipped over her head. The only items standing between her and the clear sky was the harness that kept her wings close to her body. That took a little more time to wiggle herself free of. Even though she'd been doing it for her whole life it was still tricky for the fragile looking female, but not impossible. Finally she freed herself from the restraints and allowed her feathers to rustle in the wind.

There had been an incident, one night not long ago where she had fallen out of the sky and had feared she'd broken a wing. Luckily that hadn't been the case and all she needed to do was nurse it back to health and it was able to be mend itself.

It felt like she was standing on ice with her bare feet. She thought about putting her shoes back on and but didn't want to risk one of them slipping off in flight. As she went to the edge of the cliff her toes curled in a manner to grip onto the hard piece of Earth, her wings stretching to their full capability. They truly were magnificent in their blues, blacks and whites. She wished she could give them more room more often, but her apartment was quite small and it was hard to be undetected.

She lifted her chin high and stuck her chest out, only a light spaghetti strapped tank top covering her upper body. They were easy for her to be sure she was still clothed since the fabric began well below her shoulder blades. As the wind caused her feathers to rustle, she leaned forward into the wind and allowed the wind to catch her. Because her wings were out and against the air current it sent her up into the sky as if she were sailing. She didn't have to do any of the work in the takeoff.

This was why she loved windy days.

[mizuti]

It was cold here. Not cold enough to see his breath, but the wind chillled him to the bone. For a moment, he longed for the sunny afternoon skies of Tia Juana, Mexico, but quickly, he shook his head. No, it was his duty to be here, guarding the Tree, and it was best he did not let himself daydream. He pulled his scarf in closer around his neck. It was his favourite scarf, one that matched his wings in its brilliant shades of blue, speckled with orange.

He wandered the area for a few moments, surveying the skies. He was not alone here. Well, that was just great. He had come to Megsy Isle to catch a break from the other denizens of Scriptor Bay, particularly his parents, and by extension, any other Avisaille. There was a small alcove on one of the tall cliffs that few others knew about and often, Elisha would just come here to think. But not today. He heard a rustling in the bushes, a telltale sign that he was not the only one who had come here today.

With a sigh, he unzipped his coat, removed it from his person, folded it up and set it neatly on the ground. Despite the rather nippy weather, it felt nice to get out of the middle of the city and he knew it would feel even better to fly. He hadn't flown in what felt like forever. When he was living in Tia Juana, helping out at La Ciudad de los Angeles, he would make a point of being able to fly each and every day, even if it was only for a matter of minutes. This time, he had not flown since the day before yesterday.

He took another minute to look around as he removed the rather loose harness that held his wings in place. Had things actually been as they should, he would not have had to wear the nasty leather straps with the metal buckles that dug into his shoulders and chest. He took a deep breath as he allowed his wings to stretch. It felt quite nice to be free. With an impish grin, he half-walked, half-skipped over towards the edge of the cliff and jumped.

He soared through the air for a few minutes, testing the relative strength of his wings and performing fairly simple aerial maneuvers until out of the very corner of his peripheral vision, he spotted another Avisaille. He paused for a moment, only using enough energy to keep him aloft, taking the time to watch the girl. She looked vaguely familiar, like he had seen her somewhere before, but he couldn't quite place her face or remember her name. So maybe she only looked like someone he knew. Yes, that was probably it.

After a moment of watching her, he waved over in her direction. Whoever she was, she was a fellow Avisaille and that alone dictated that he should act friendly towards her.

[FLYNN YOUNG]

Flynn was enjoying the fresh air. The breeze that made her hair whip around her face and occasionally flew into her mouth. She'd spit it out and laugh softly to herself. Then she'd stretch her arms out away from her sides, straightening out her wings at the same time and allowing the wind to take her where it desired.

She had more fun just sailing with the current than she actually did flying and using her wings. Then again, it was probably because she wasn't the greatest flyer out there. Her injured wing was still healing and it ached a bit, being used. But she knew that she had to stretch them and give them a bit of air time or else it would only grow stiff and become more painful.

The girl had gotten lost in her own thoughts, smiling to herself and thinking about all the places she'd love to visit once more if she ever mustered up the courage to do so. She'd love to sail to Europe and fly through the skies over there once more. As she continued on, she almost didn't notice the other figure that was moving through the clear sky. How could she have missed him?

A fellow Avi was taking advantage of this crisp day, just like herself! She didn't know who this person was but he did have a familiar face. Most of her kind had flown together before, even if they didn't actually know one another. Also, because they were so old and aged so slow, she could have possibly seen him ten years ago.

When he waved, Flynn's face brightened even more. Her big eyes grew bigger with excitement and she gave a wave back before she looked around to find the spot she had left her items. When she spotted the little ledge she flew directly towards it once more, glancing in the direction of the other to see if maybe he'd like to join her for a proper introduction. It was tricky talking in the air, especially when it was windy.

When her feet touched the frozen dirt, she felt the ripple of goosebumps shooting up her arms. The hair on the back of her neck began to raise and she shivered. It was definitely chilly, and it was time for her to load up on clothing once more. At least until she was able to warm up a bit. Her eyes took to the sky, waiting to see if her flight companion was going to join her.