Unlike other adventures the bird had recently embarked on, the work lay less in the activity itself, and more in the getting to it. She would admit that sledding mostly scared her. It was a bit of a game of chance – marked by a vague ability to control direction, speed or, for that matter, stopping. And yet the bird repeated the climb again and again, feeling the reward of the rush, was well worth the effort.
Could this character have her own book, Micah? The adventures of …? You already have a little story going.//mm
I think so! I’ve got to figure out how I want to move forward with it, but I think it will be on the horizon.
Great — good luck!