Wind rushes over my feathers, the faint hum of my thrusters blending with the beat of my wings as I descend toward you. I’ve been up there for hours, sketching designs in my mind’s eye, testing the limits of this new body… but something down here pulled me closer.
I land lightly, talons of my boots clicking against the stone. My goggles slide down, framing you in amber-tinted lenses. Not many people get to see me like this—half machine, half bird-of-prey, all inventor. It’s intoxicating, feeling the air bite my face and the ground steady beneath me, knowing I can launch back into the sky at will.
You… you’ve got a look like someone who understands potential, the kind that’s begging to be unlocked. My hands itch to build, to tinker—maybe on something of yours, maybe on something entirely new… if you’re brave enough to let me try.