Daine works her way northeast above Park Avenue, and catches a particularly fine updraft when she hits 65th. Not wanting to waste it, she rides it almost straight up for a good hundred feet, her only movements being subtle adjustments of wing and tail feathers.
"Fun!" she hears Secret say, though Mithros only knows where the little thing's mouth is currently located, stretched as it is across her back. She glances over her shoulder at Andrew as they rise, pleased to see that he's still well-secured - and that he seems to be enjoying himself (as much as he can, given the circumstances).
She continues to follow Park for a few more blocks. It's a wide avenue that gets plenty of sun, and the more height she gains over the city, the less flapping she'll have to do over the park. By the time they reach 72nd, they're well above the roofs of the buildings below, and she banks toward Central Park with a screech of pleasure. It's hard not to love flying, and it doesn't matter if anyone hears her; she'd just be a blot against the sky to any observers below.
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"Fun!" she hears Secret say, though Mithros only knows where the little thing's mouth is currently located, stretched as it is across her back. She glances over her shoulder at Andrew as they rise, pleased to see that he's still well-secured - and that he seems to be enjoying himself (as much as he can, given the circumstances).
She continues to follow Park for a few more blocks. It's a wide avenue that gets plenty of sun, and the more height she gains over the city, the less flapping she'll have to do over the park. By the time they reach 72nd, they're well above the roofs of the buildings below, and she banks toward Central Park with a screech of pleasure. It's hard not to love flying, and it doesn't matter if anyone hears her; she'd just be a blot against the sky to any observers below.