
It was a beautiful day, the sun was bathing the world in light and warmth as the gentle breeze whispered secrets of far off lands.
Silvara was practicing her flying, taking leaps into the air and tumbling down onto the grassy knoll she was using for a bit of height. She began in earnest and laughed joyfully at each tumble, thinking it was great fun. But she started becoming a bit fustrated at her flimsy wings after a few tumbles.
She sighed, laying upon the grass and pawed lightly at a nearby flower. "My wings don't like me." She said softly to herself. She wasn't without hope, just tired of trying for the time-being.
