Night knew how it felt to want to fly better than he might of thought she did. Night had been born with a different kind of malformation to her wings. They were weak upon her birth, they should have never been able to fly. Life almost treated the dual winged half breed with an even worse set of cards. She didn't actually start to learn how to fly until she was sixteen when her eccentric teacher went as far as to throw her off a cliff. Until then they had been useless piles of feathers that were even more of a bitter reminder than having just one wing. To have two wings but not the strength to flap them. It was the worst kind of punishment the immortals could give her for just being born. But as Noth had stated about his ability to use a bow, self perseverance was the best kind of teacher. After the wind had quite literally been shocked into her she finally picked up on the ability to fly. Years of tying rocks to her wings and beating them as hard as she could built up enough strength to carry her own body. If she ever lost her wings, well she'd sooner die than go back to being grounded. It was a bitter and hateful thought that burned true at the back of her mind. Even if she'd gained the ability to fly she understood quite acutely what it was like not to be able to. It was hard and bloody and treacherous work that kept her alive, instinct that she thought she lacked slowly coming to light.
She made a quite note of the longing in his voice. She couldn't really yearn after the days of old the way others could. Her childhood was what made her the kind of person she was today. The challenges of her past had crafted her into a better being. That didn't curb her spite against those who openly attacked half breeds for being half breeds. She quite spitefully thought it ironic and fitting that Noth was carving off the wings of the Avriel. She meandered towards the dead brother as well prying the bow from his cold, dead grasp. She looked at it inquisitively pulling back the string and pretending to shoot. The stance was bad, but it was a start. She'd take the arrows and his quiver as soon as Noth was done carving off the wings. The bow was good quality, it could be useful.
"I've always lived in the general area of Etzos. Be it on the lands of a self proclaimed noble or in the wilds surrounding the area. For the most part I stuck to my own until now. Finally started to realize I couldn't live completely isolated. Without any kind of companion, human or animal, enough years will drive you mad. You start actually trying to talk to birds..." she said with a shake of her head. A small blush rose to her cheeks at the memory. It was true she had been delirious with a fever when she did that. But it didn't change the fact no more than a year into living on her own she tried talking to birds.
She made a quite note of the longing in his voice. She couldn't really yearn after the days of old the way others could. Her childhood was what made her the kind of person she was today. The challenges of her past had crafted her into a better being. That didn't curb her spite against those who openly attacked half breeds for being half breeds. She quite spitefully thought it ironic and fitting that Noth was carving off the wings of the Avriel. She meandered towards the dead brother as well prying the bow from his cold, dead grasp. She looked at it inquisitively pulling back the string and pretending to shoot. The stance was bad, but it was a start. She'd take the arrows and his quiver as soon as Noth was done carving off the wings. The bow was good quality, it could be useful.
"I've always lived in the general area of Etzos. Be it on the lands of a self proclaimed noble or in the wilds surrounding the area. For the most part I stuck to my own until now. Finally started to realize I couldn't live completely isolated. Without any kind of companion, human or animal, enough years will drive you mad. You start actually trying to talk to birds..." she said with a shake of her head. A small blush rose to her cheeks at the memory. It was true she had been delirious with a fever when she did that. But it didn't change the fact no more than a year into living on her own she tried talking to birds.