2nd of Zi'da, 716
Patcha the sulphur crested cockatoo was an excellent companion for Niv and helped her fly around to nearly everywhere in the city. A joyful little fellow who was more than happy enough receiving only tiny seeds and berries for his essential services. The problem was that Niv had been using these services a little too much and needed to find another way to get around. Not a replacement by any means, but a way of taking the pressure off.
Niv knew Patcha was the jealous type, after the incident that occurred when another cockatoo took a shine to Niv. The squabble that ensued that trial was embarrassing to say the least but in time all was more or less forgiven after Patcha had shown enough remorse. It wasn’t forgotten though, and Niv knew she couldn’t ask another bird for help, she would have to be independent.
Having lived amongst birds and flying squirrels, Niv felt she understood simple aerodynamics pretty well. All she really needed was some kind of cape and maybe some feathers and she was good to go. In the early morning breaks, Niv searched the city for some kind of scrap fabric she could make into a suitable cape. Niv wasn’t sure how long she’d been walking but it already felt like her legs would fall off once she had made it to the city. When she saw a pile of furniture and other objects in front of a house her eyes widened with hope. Despite the pain she pushed her legs to go even faster and was overjoyed when she came across a tattered quilt that was thrown over a broken rocking chair.
Niv looked to the sky and thanked the immortals with a smile before eagerly claiming her bounty. She got to work forcefully tearing off a piece of faded purple fabric as neatly as she could muster. After she was done harvesting, Niv tied two ends together around her neck and skipped away with a wide grin.
Feathers were always an easy find, birds were practically throwing them away whenever they got the chance. While Niv thought it was a bit careless of them, she wasn’t going to complain since she found many uses for the waste. On her way back to the trees she found a small brown feather and a white speckled one of similar size just sitting on the ground with no owner in sight.
Not being the most patient of Tunawa, Niv slipped the feathers into her hair and practically pounced onto the nearest tree the second she got out of the city. Niv evoked the spirit of the squirrel and moved up the tree as quickly as she could. The key to tree climbing was to keep looking forward for the next piece of bark to grab on to. Niv often fell even when she was following this rule but falling would happen a lot less if her focus was maintained.
Having reached a branch high enough that a dog would look like an ant, Niv was done climbing.
“You are the wind, you are the great owl, the mighty eagle, The sly bat,” Niv chanted to herself as she held two ends of the cape with a feather in each hand. “Now is the time to…FLY!” Niv leapt forward and let the wind catch under her cape. It was more accurate to call it gliding or even falling with style but Niv’s mouth was still open wide with glee regardless.
Her expression quickly shifted as soon as she spotted a man standing in her line of trajectory. She tried to flap her tiny feathers in order to turn or gain elevation, but it did nothing. Niv let out a loud bird squawk that she hoped would allow the man to step out of the way but she was likely too late.
Patcha the sulphur crested cockatoo was an excellent companion for Niv and helped her fly around to nearly everywhere in the city. A joyful little fellow who was more than happy enough receiving only tiny seeds and berries for his essential services. The problem was that Niv had been using these services a little too much and needed to find another way to get around. Not a replacement by any means, but a way of taking the pressure off.
Niv knew Patcha was the jealous type, after the incident that occurred when another cockatoo took a shine to Niv. The squabble that ensued that trial was embarrassing to say the least but in time all was more or less forgiven after Patcha had shown enough remorse. It wasn’t forgotten though, and Niv knew she couldn’t ask another bird for help, she would have to be independent.
Having lived amongst birds and flying squirrels, Niv felt she understood simple aerodynamics pretty well. All she really needed was some kind of cape and maybe some feathers and she was good to go. In the early morning breaks, Niv searched the city for some kind of scrap fabric she could make into a suitable cape. Niv wasn’t sure how long she’d been walking but it already felt like her legs would fall off once she had made it to the city. When she saw a pile of furniture and other objects in front of a house her eyes widened with hope. Despite the pain she pushed her legs to go even faster and was overjoyed when she came across a tattered quilt that was thrown over a broken rocking chair.
Niv looked to the sky and thanked the immortals with a smile before eagerly claiming her bounty. She got to work forcefully tearing off a piece of faded purple fabric as neatly as she could muster. After she was done harvesting, Niv tied two ends together around her neck and skipped away with a wide grin.
Feathers were always an easy find, birds were practically throwing them away whenever they got the chance. While Niv thought it was a bit careless of them, she wasn’t going to complain since she found many uses for the waste. On her way back to the trees she found a small brown feather and a white speckled one of similar size just sitting on the ground with no owner in sight.
Not being the most patient of Tunawa, Niv slipped the feathers into her hair and practically pounced onto the nearest tree the second she got out of the city. Niv evoked the spirit of the squirrel and moved up the tree as quickly as she could. The key to tree climbing was to keep looking forward for the next piece of bark to grab on to. Niv often fell even when she was following this rule but falling would happen a lot less if her focus was maintained.
Having reached a branch high enough that a dog would look like an ant, Niv was done climbing.
“You are the wind, you are the great owl, the mighty eagle, The sly bat,” Niv chanted to herself as she held two ends of the cape with a feather in each hand. “Now is the time to…FLY!” Niv leapt forward and let the wind catch under her cape. It was more accurate to call it gliding or even falling with style but Niv’s mouth was still open wide with glee regardless.
Her expression quickly shifted as soon as she spotted a man standing in her line of trajectory. She tried to flap her tiny feathers in order to turn or gain elevation, but it did nothing. Niv let out a loud bird squawk that she hoped would allow the man to step out of the way but she was likely too late.
