Intertwined

Fighting

Flying wasn't as easy as it seemed. His body was weak like it had never flown before and he didn't come with instincts that pointed him in the right direction toward where he supposedly came from. His wings didn't have enough muscle yet for long flights, his breathing already a little ragged.

He was getting tired after just ten minutes, and the shock from those other Navi was leaving, letting his mind focus and panic. There was the fact that he just changed from a two-legged Navi to a freaking flying ikran in a couple of seconds.

Along with that, the information that he had in his head seemed wrong, out of place, and new. And if that wasn't the best, it was getting dark, and he was getting very, very cranky. Maybe a little scared but no one was here to tell so no one would ever know that little fact.

He guessed it was time to find someplace to land and rest for the night, but the question was where?

There was a lot of factors to consider like if anything was poisonous, what predators could reach him and eat him, if it was close to a source of water, if he could be bitten, what if the Navi stumbled upon him and decided to kill him, if a tree tried to kill him, etc.

And yes, he admits that the last one was a little absurd, but he was prepping for everything at this point. Especially the whole dying thing, a genuine possibility that he wasn't too fond of. But, at this point, his wings were about to fall off from overuse and he needed a tree, now.

Which, admittedly, wasn't hard to find, he was just picky it seemed.

With a worn-out sigh, that leaned more to a quiet screech, he tucked in his wings and headed into a nose dive toward the ground. He wasn't sure how this landing was going to go, but it seemed like he was one for adventure and risk-taking.

As the clouds parted, he zeroed in on a tree that was about three hundred feet down and slightly to the right. The branches seemed nice and thick, enough to hold his weight without snapping. Now to figure out how to slow down. He snapped his wings open, and boy was that a bad idea, he just caught the wind current and was blown straight back with his wings straining hard.

Alright, the second attempt, target now about four hundred feet away and painful ground quickly approaching, he evened out his body and started to move his wings just a tiny bit. When he was successfully back into the air and flying in a straight line, he stopped beating his wings and instead started to glide softly. This was working wonderfully until, of course, his stomach slammed straight into the branch.

It turns out, you have to come to the target you want from an angle, not a straight line. Go figures.

After that disastrous fail, he used his talons to maneuver himself onto the branch slowly and gained his balance. Now it was time to decide if he wanted to stay in this form or change back into the Navi form. Which, he had no idea how to do admittedly.

There was also the fact that with wings he could, probably, easily escape if he needed to. So with his mind made up, he promptly passed out in a terrible sleeping position, just ready for this day to be over already. His dreams contained just blissful blankness and all around darkness, and for some reason, this stood out as extremely lucky and rare.

The next time he woke up it was decidedly unpleasant, if one would. It was still very dark outside, possibly only two hours, if he stretched it after he went to sleep. It would have been stunning if it wasn't for the screeching of a very angry ikranay who seemed to have already claimed this area as her territory.

If that wasn't bad enough, she had young. Now his 'cousin' looked very mean and threatening at this point and he, himself, was very fond of this thing called self-preservation. So, he promptly booked it. Alas, this did not satisfy the angry momma bear behind him for the next thing he knew he had ikranay latching onto his front, the right wing with her talons and tearing.