[at the least, she could stop him from dashing his head into the pavement. but his standing up shows her that he has no fear - and she needs to try to match it to a degree. even if logic dictates one shouldn't be hovering on brooms in the moonlight in hell, even if it is with a friend.
her wings shift and balance her as she gets up to join him, keeping her feet on the broomstick. they'll make up for what she lacks - birds are made to perch in their own way, after all.
he might call it a whim, but she had held it as something she was bound to do, only by choice instead of duty.]
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[at the least, she could stop him from dashing his head into the pavement. but his standing up shows her that he has no fear - and she needs to try to match it to a degree. even if logic dictates one shouldn't be hovering on brooms in the moonlight in hell, even if it is with a friend.
her wings shift and balance her as she gets up to join him, keeping her feet on the broomstick. they'll make up for what she lacks - birds are made to perch in their own way, after all.
he might call it a whim, but she had held it as something she was bound to do, only by choice instead of duty.]