05-01-2020, 03:24 PM
[align=center][div style="bgcolor= black; max-width: 500px; font-family: Times New Roman;font-size:11pt;text-align:justify;"]If she was to say that she had control over the flying, Tasia would be lying. There were times, yes, where she wanted to say she had it, she understood, but then a strong wind would come over and she'd be knocked back and almost out of the sky, but she'd always find her way once more and be able to straighten herself out. Whether it be her own strong will or her father or uncle helping her out from above while he watched over her, she didn't know, but either way she was grateful.
Paws up in the air, she held herself up as she flew, the wings along her front ankles pulling her forward and down upon the beach shore, and her ears would prick as feet met sand, the soft squish between her toes igniting glee within her. She'd never felt wet sand before, and although the squish between the toes wasn't something she knew she wanted when it had dried, it felt good, so she'd stand there, looking down, squishing the sand.
Paws up in the air, she held herself up as she flew, the wings along her front ankles pulling her forward and down upon the beach shore, and her ears would prick as feet met sand, the soft squish between her toes igniting glee within her. She'd never felt wet sand before, and although the squish between the toes wasn't something she knew she wanted when it had dried, it felt good, so she'd stand there, looking down, squishing the sand.