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a fun reminder that we’re closer to the point when kids born after the start of flight rising are allowed to join than we are to the actual start of flight rising

so with the 13th anniversary coming up soon, here’s a fun reminder!

She ran away from the dogwood and further into the swamp, forgetting about the trail and getting far from where she’d been. She only stopped, skidding to a halt, when a scream sounded from not far away. She looked its direction and a dozen steps away was the beautiful maple autumn forest. She’d left it behind, how was it so close? Sasha saw one of the gang members running in the distance, sprinting through the maple trees, huge Wildclaw wings tucked against their side. And then… a shape? She couldn’t decide what it was. A whimsical stretch of cloth, or a shadow. A thing moved between the trees after the Wildclaw. Sasha turned and ran away from the maple forest. She didn’t want to see the fate of the Wildclaw, or if that… whatever it was! Would chase her next. She ended up running until she was so tired she could barely catch her breath. Then with a beat of her wings she jumped into the biggest tree she could find, a short limbed black ash that was reaching for the sky. She climbed up and up until she reached the open sky and- It was sunset. Golden hour. She couldn’t see the sun. There were no moons. The sky was just golden. No clouds dotted the sky. It was an endless golden void of light that as soon as Sasha entered it she felt an intense amount of vertigo. All at once she didn’t know which way was up and she almost, for a moment, felt like she might fall up into that golden void. She stopped flapping her wings and plummeted back down into the trees. A tree limb broke her fall, and probably one or two of her ribs. She landed hard on the soft muddy ground near a pool of clear swamp water. It hurt to breathe so she did so shallowly, trying to catch her breath, trying to recover from that empty sky. She was a Skydancer. She was made to fly. She was made for the sky. But That golden void was like no sky she’d ever known. The Windsinger hadn’t made her to fly in a sky like that.

“I asked Grok” “I asked Chatgpt” I asked the Tidelord, but it’s been eight years since he went missing