Post by Deleted on Feb 28, 2021 13:59:52 GMT -7
Stan loved flying.The ability to spread his wings and simply fly off to a high tree and sit there for hours pondering the weight of the night as it fell ever so gently on the earth. Or other times watch the light as the sun rose above the sea of darkness that had hidden the world away. Stan was, at times, philosophical in nature and he saw everything he felt like seeing. He could be blind to things he wasn't willing to see, but from his perch high up in the trees he felt like nothing could easily escape his eager gaze. He crowed as he stretched his wings, allowing the early morning breeze to catch him as the warmth of the early summer caught the black of his feathers. He felt delighted, knowing the warmth of the sun would so easily bring him the warmth of day to chase out the black of night that granted him near invisibility with his black plumage.
He joined his fellow bird animagi then, spreading their wings to the morning sun as they took off in flight. There were plenty of them on Hy-brasil. Plenty, but still they were relatively few and often a tight knit group. It was hard to explain the thrill and delight of flight to those that couldn't spread their wings to fly. Brooms were all fine, but it was different to fly with ones own body over flying with the aid of a broom. Stan wouldn't have traded it for anything. He loved flying and his feathered druid friends that took to the skies same as he did. That was a delight few would ever come to know, the delight of taking to the sky. At least that was something that he had and could never lose again. No, he had that freedom, even bound as he was to Gaia. He would always return to her.
