With newfound determination, she rose from her hands and knees, albeit a bit unsteady, but her wings helped maintain her balance as she automatically flapped them behind her. Once on her feet, she took a small wobbly step. Then another. And another. As she practiced walking, she made sure to stretch every part of her body, knowing what she was going to do would be quite a trip.
Stretching completed, she headed toward the entrance once more and peered down. Satisfied with what she saw, she backed up to the farthest wall of the cave. She remained there for only a second before launching herself forward in a dead sprint toward the mouth of the cave. She didnāt hesitate to leap off the ledge and plummet down toward earth with her wings tucked tight.
She didnāt know how or why, but once she snapped her wings open, it was as if she'd been flying for ages. She knew exactly where the next draft was, how to shift her feathers and position her wings just right to keep her aloft. Even though she knew her voice would be lost to the wind, she couldnāt help but cry out in pure joy.
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She had been flying for about two days. She had left the snowy mountains the night before and had been staring at the barren wastelands for the majority of her flight. Despite the mostly boring flight, she occupied herself with making a mental map of the land she saw below. The large lake next to the hills, a mountain that looked like teeth, a large flat barren plain, etc.
It was a little later in the evening of the second day when she finally caught sight of greenery amidst the waste. She had to do a double take. Was it real? After realizing that it wasnāt her imagination, she threw caution to the wind and flew as fast as she could toward it. She was tired of seeing nothing but brown earth.
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