*Lift.* The chill air whipped past, playing with her hair, making it dance behind her. Beyond the mountain peaks Limayra could see the sun slowly climbing the horizon. She gave it a lazy glance, renewing the grip on her staff. *Beat. Curling of the tail.* She leaned into the turn, drifting off to the right, catching an upstream. The rising wind pressed into the taut skin of her wings, stretching it just a bit as it gave Limayra the gentle lift she wanted. Enjoying the warmth of the sun catching on her wings she kept gliding, the mountains stretched out beneath her. What a beautiful morning flight... Limayra thought, just as her destination came within sight.

Beautiful art is ©  fleatrollus, be sure to fave Flea's upload too! I just love it, so serene.

Limayra is ©  lim