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((I'm setting this in one of the minders' trees, not specifying which one since... OOCly, I haven't decided where she lives, other than with a minder or two. xD So if someone with a minder wants her as their charge, feel free. :3))



Novastrike's head swivels around excitedly, her golden eyes looking for someone, anyone -- particularly a minder. Luckily no one so far is within eyesight. She's supposed to wait for someone to watch her and help her with her first flight, but she's overly eager, and right now she's pretty sure all the minders are conveniently busy.

She's terrified of falling, of course. With all the stories surrounding the forest both above the tree tops and below the lowest branches, how could she not be? She chirrups once, clacking her beak together impatiently -- and anxiously. Looking down, the tree trunk seems to go on forever. It's a long drop.

The young Sentinel hops to the edge of the hollowed-out tree, adjusting her wings, shifting her tail feathers. Feet tucked, she recalls from the teachers' lessons. Feet tucked, eyes up, not down. Look where you're going, because you'll go where you're looking. It's been drilled into her head, she can't possibly see how she can forget.

Nova gives a tiny nervous whoot, experimentally stretches her wings, and jumps.

And plummets.

She's forgotten to tuck in her feet, and she's looking straight down at the fast-approaching ground. She frantically flares her wings, fans her tail, and feels her momentum slow by a fraction. There's a branch coming quickly closer and she flaps her wings, trying to slow down, reaches out with both legs and snags the branch with a pair of tiny, sharp talons.

She'd give a sigh of relief if she could, but Nova is crumpled haphazardly across a branch that wouldn't hold a full-grown Sentinel, and the wind is completely knocked out of her.

Lore had been also tried to fly for the first time that day. She hadn't really been very good at it, and so when the other fledgling crashed into unstable branch, Lore was in the brach next to them. Her branch was a little more stable, and Lore was hanging upside down by both of her claws, not wanting to let go, and vastly prefering her current position to falling. She knew she had to let go sometime, though, and when the other fledgling fell so close to her, she had to really dig her claws into the branch to avoid falling. She could feel the branch groan, it had already supported her weight for a while.

Lore nervously giggled. "Nice weather we're having, huh?" she said to the other fledgling, feeling her branch crack and break. She flung all of her weight upwards and managed to right herself and sit on the broken base of the branch on the tree trunk. This was a much better position for her, and Lore fluffed her feathers and relaxed a bit. She might even be able to get back up the tree and never have to fly at all she though. But then she remembered the other Sentinal, and peered around to see how she was doing. The other fledgling's branch wasn't looking very good, and it looked like it could break any moment. "You ok?" she called, not knowing what else to ask. There was no way she could help him, they would definatly have to wait for an adult, and that could take hours... Wait, what was that? She thought she heard a voice from above her, but she couldn't hear who it was. "Anyone there?" she called as loud as she could. "We could kinda use some help here!" she continued as the other fledgling's branch sunk a little lower.