They were improving little by little, day by day. They had a goal to work towards, and a need to be at the best again before LongNight. And sometimes that meant sleep.
And sometimes that meant training - even if their training was more like play.
He squawked indignantly as snow was blown up into his blue eyes, but he was only a heartbeat behind as he launched himself up - straight up, reaching not for the branches but the sky until he could blink his sight clear and look down at the Harpy amidst the bare trees that offered little in the way of hiding. Folding his wings the smaller bird dived, white feathers against white sky, hoping to use his small size to thread the branches and tag the bigger bird on his way past her.
And sometimes that meant training - even if their training was more like play.
He squawked indignantly as snow was blown up into his blue eyes, but he was only a heartbeat behind as he launched himself up - straight up, reaching not for the branches but the sky until he could blink his sight clear and look down at the Harpy amidst the bare trees that offered little in the way of hiding. Folding his wings the smaller bird dived, white feathers against white sky, hoping to use his small size to thread the branches and tag the bigger bird on his way past her.
