[It doesn't seem right to march across her like that, so it takes Myrrh a moment to move, but she glances over her shoulder to the shore, and nods back. Her wings flare and flutter, helping lift her enough that she may step a little more lightly against Ikuri.
Myrrh pushes one foot off against Ikuri's leg (it would hurt more, she thinks, to do so against her stomach), and with a flap of her wings she shakily takes to the air.
It takes a few hard wingbeats for her to stop veering up and sideways and down again after such a poor start, but she stabilizes a few feet in the air. Once she has, she lowers herself, slowly, and reaches down to Ikuri. If she takes her hands, she could help her up; Myrrh is steadier in the air, and her wings are stronger than her limbs.]
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[It doesn't seem right to march across her like that, so it takes Myrrh a moment to move, but she glances over her shoulder to the shore, and nods back. Her wings flare and flutter, helping lift her enough that she may step a little more lightly against Ikuri.
Myrrh pushes one foot off against Ikuri's leg (it would hurt more, she thinks, to do so against her stomach), and with a flap of her wings she shakily takes to the air.
It takes a few hard wingbeats for her to stop veering up and sideways and down again after such a poor start, but she stabilizes a few feet in the air. Once she has, she lowers herself, slowly, and reaches down to Ikuri. If she takes her hands, she could help her up; Myrrh is steadier in the air, and her wings are stronger than her limbs.]