Who: Morgan le Fay & Godric Gryffindor What: Godric is going to give Morgana a cultural update on the last thousand or so years...or rather future thousand or so years from their persepective. Where: Forest Clearing When: Slightly backdated to August 1st, just after dawn Rating & Staus: G | Ongoing
Morgana always woke before the dawn, even when the sun that crested the horizon belonged to a different world than the one she remembered. In fact, the sky was only started to heat up orange and gold as she removed herself from the residence assigned from her and stepped out into the damp early morning air. She was struck again by how different the place smelled from Avalon. Certainly here was the cool scent of water carried down by the breeze that blew across the lake, but it wasn't the brine, salted scent of sea air like in her isle.
She turned away from the direction the lake wind came from, towards the green column of trees in the distance. Between one step and the next her legs vanished as she let her animagus form replace her human one. Without another second of hesitation she thrust herself into the air, frothy wings beating the wind and carrying her into the sky. A flock of sparrows scattered, startled by the sudden appearance of a bird of prey among them, but she ascended straight past her to an altitude just low enough that it wouldn't impair her vision of the terrain bellow. The winds carried her along and buoyed the rumbling, churning drive that twisted in her chest- behind her dark feathers was the village proper, left behind as she winged her way confidently towards the stretch of forest.
She flew silently, the image babble that usually flowed through her mind silent as her sharp vision encompassed the stretch of mountain land beneath her. The trees were a cluster of green that shivered in the morning breeze and every so often exploded with movement from fauna that made home in the canopy. Instinctually her attention drew to these bursts of motion, but she drew it back to search for her destination. Time slid past like distance beneath her wings, but whether it was only seconds or several minutes Morgana could not have said in the timeless eternity of the colorless, thin-aired sky. After some duration however, the break in the density of the flora below her marked her target local. Her wings beat strongly once, twice, and she shot out of the formless air and into intent. Taking a deep breath of the richer air, she angled down towards the gap in treeline, sliding into the upper level downdrafts, letting them pull her towards the ground. She angled her wings carefully against the pressure speeding it downwards, directing herself towards the center of the eye as the warmer air from below began to reach her, buoying her and adding control to her dive.
She descended swiftly, flicking a primary occasionally to keep itself on target and in the direct center of calm air as she tucked herself into a stoop like a peregrine falcon; not with the predatory speed of a raptor, but with a good degree of momentum built up to regain the time she had lost in its climb. As the specks below it began to resolve into the shapes of the climbing Earth and, most importantly, the waiting forest floor, Morgana flipped herself, flaring silver-speckled wings wide and backwinging while silhouetted in the early morning sunlight that filtered through the trees. Two feet from the ground, her momentum slowed, she let go of her animagus form and human feet stumbled a landing on in the grass at the edge of the clearing.