There was comfort in those three words uttered and for once O felt some semblance of it. Little in her life had ever been comforting to her, nothing she could recall with any accuracy and her mind was sharper than many gave her consideration for. Keen eyes swept the perimeter. She was new to this role and yet she gave everything she had left to it. Whoever decided to what capacity anyone was allowed to give she wasn’t sure but if she met them ... well, there would be hell to pay for such a grave misjudgement.
Her wings shivered and then spread. Ten feet was the span and with the push of her feet from the grass O was launched into the air with a mighty flap. She was fast now that flying was something she could do when she pleased. Captivity was not something she wished on her worst enemy - the weight of it was unbearable to carry upon ones shoulders.
Higher and higher she flew on the pockets of air. This wasn’t the first time she had gained so much height and the land beneath her was forgiving. Flap after flap of those obsidian wings, O did her best to hover though she wasn’t built for stagnation. The water was as silent as it could be, the bridge empty. The thing with the wings was perched and she could see him clearly in spite of the darkness. His wings were curious things, seemingly leather and so unlike her own. She wondered briefly what they would feel like beneath the tips of her fingers.
After another moment of contemplation O tilted her wings and swooped downward, coming to perch on the other side of the bridge across from the creature.
“What do you see?” She inquired softly. Her voice had the potential to knock strong beings onto their backsides. She was a small thing, but a mighty thing. Meeting Rasmus had taught her that allies were valuable assets, the concept of friendship was still something so odd and strange but worth the contemplation when the time was right for it.