[ there was a time, sometime in south sister, where falco would dream so much of flight that he would even come to practice on his own, summon the beast he pilots with more frequency— because flight was something for the birds. flight was something that humans kept reaching after because flight was the apex of freedom. he could get that. even now, falco takes some seconds out of their mission to feel the winds i against his face and eyes, the way he would float.
but, they had something to do, too. falco grunts, and glides close to the lowering canopies until the river seems to be tapering out. the end may be close. ]
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but, they had something to do, too. falco grunts, and glides close to the lowering canopies until the river seems to be tapering out. the end may be close. ]