Mercy was pretty sure she was close to figuring this whole flying thing out - she'd watched birds, she'd watched butterflies and she'd watched dragonflies - if they could do it then she could too, despite her adoptive fathers heartfelt wishes Mercy knew her wings were not simply there for decoration.
No she was meant to fly and fly she would. Unfortunately watching other animal fly did not always help when it came to doing it yourself and as no other Soquili in the Usdia herd she called home had wings she had mostly learned by trail and error and she was getting pretty good at leaping off the top of the small ravine and gliding to the bottom - it was the steering thing she had problems with...well that and the landing par..and how the heck was she supposed to get off the ground without jumping off something? She supposed the only way to really figure out these answers would be to keep practicing - so practice she was, leaping off the top of the ravine - gliding down...trying really hard to not stumble on her landing and to land in the place she wanted before scrambling back up to the top to try again.