[Honestly, it reminds her so much of those days long ago, too. Namely, the ones when he would encourage her to use her wings, even when he did not know how to use them himself. Much like he is doing now, he would make her chase him, encouraging her to fly just a little further each time, with him at the end of it. He would be her goal and funny how that worked, the idea of flying into his arms at the time enough to push her forward, and to drag the wind beneath her wings so that she could.
And while this is different—while she has the confidence and far more stubbornness than she had in her teen years, it doesn't feel all that much different.
In the end...
He's still the one at the end of her path.
She shakes the distracting thoughts away and pushes forward, crashing gently into and arms wrapping around him.]
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And while this is different—while she has the confidence and far more stubbornness than she had in her teen years, it doesn't feel all that much different.
In the end...
He's still the one at the end of her path.
She shakes the distracting thoughts away and pushes forward, crashing gently into and arms wrapping around him.]