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|| Broken Crown || Mumford and Sons ||
"No, more like this," Celeste shook her head, demonstrating falling again. "Raphael wasn't being cruel, it was strategy to make your butt bigger!" Or at least, that was Celeste vouching for him and believing it wasn't just because of his taste in woman. Look at Lilim, who was curvy in all of the right places, Kitra's body almost seemed to mock that. It was definitely different and Celeste found herself attracted to the girl she loved in a new way. "Your voice sounds like a song," Celeste smiled, she was still holding both of Kitra's hands. "Angel voices are different, they're more melodic than demon ones." There was no gruffness to Kitra's voice now, it was almost as though it had been buffed out with sandpaper, leaving a smooth impression in her vocals. It was nice, almost like the sound of a bird singing. "I liked it before, it's different now, but still good because it's still yours." Yes, different, but still Kitra's.
"We can cut your hair when we get there?" Celeste suggested, running a hand through her own short hair, her's was still growing in, it still just barely touched the bottom of her chin, not that Celeste minded. It was different having short hair, her head felt lighter and it was almost easier to fly without all of the extra weight. Kitra wasn't as fortunate though, her hair was at the length Celeste's used to be at. "Now come on, there's still plenty that we need to practice, we can't get distracted if we want to be there in a few hours." Celeste licked her lips, this was going to be a challenge, she had never taught anyone anything before, being the youngest, Celeste had always been the one to receive help from her big siblings. Michael taught her to fly, Gabriel taught her how to fall, Mizuki taught her how to maneuver safely through high winds.
"Well, it's not easy, but we follow the birds." Celeste tried to think of a way to properly describe it. "What I mean is, it's in our DNA. We're all avian, so we follow the same patterns. Have you ever read any books on birds? Maybe use those for reference?" Celeste spread her wings out to their full extent, the dusty white feathers blustering in the snow. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath in, "The next few steps are the hardest ones, learning to fly from the ground is the most complicated way to do it because you have to make your own momentum," Celeste opened her eyes once more, staring intently at Kitra. "You need to jump as high as you can and push off with your wings as hard as you can." Celeste took a few steps back, her dress in her hands. "Sometimes you need a good.... running.... leap!"
She ran and jumped, pushing so hard with her wings that the snow blew up underneath her in a spiral. Celeste took to the skies, soaring in circles before diving back down. She landed gently behind Kitra and tapped her back, right between her wings. "Now it's your turn," She stood across from Kitra now, her smile bright. "Come on, you can do it, I believe in you."