eyes like sinking ships; catryn

[Catryn]

She feels exhilaration, pure and sweet, and it’s fostered by the encouragement from Targaryen - no laughter over her splashes - and she does not miss that he kept with her, right into the water. Her trust in him deepens, solidifies even further. Perhaps it shouldn’t, perhaps she should feel at least a little wary, but her smile shines bright as her wings as they emerge from the river. She follows the sound of his movement like a tether, and then his voice afterwards as she carefully navigates the slippery bank and onto more solid ground. There is a smile blazing on Catryn’s face the entire time and it blossoms into bright laughter when he flicks his wet tail at her - she does not hesitate to do the same with her own pink-tipped tail. Her smile falters for a moment, but out of concentration this time - she runs through his tips and the distance to the edge in her mind. A few deep breaths and then she moves before she can hesitate, her sunshine wings unfurling at her sides again. After a small lurching drop, this time they catch her and she beats at the air to rise, water dripping from her soaked body into the river below. “I did it!!” The feeling is absolutely terrifying but thrilling as well. Her sunshine wings blaze at her dark sides as she flaps awkwardly but effectively enough to (almost) clear the tops of the nearby trees - her legs just earning a few scratches as they brush through them. Once she’s past them - once she’s in the air and has absolutely no idea what’s around her in any direction she has to hold onto the thrill so that the fear will not take over. A nervous laugh escapes her and she calls out for her friend and her guide - “Targaryen! What about landing??”

@[Targaryen]