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The large eagle had not been far, watching the young goddess in her eaglet form, his head tilted curiously. Blue eyes narrowed as he watched her, wonder just what she was doing so close to the cliffs. Was she trying to overcome her fears? To remember what it had once been like to fly? Perhaps she was not afraid of all heights after all, that might make it easier for her to learn to fly again.

"Good morning, Nara. What brings you to these cliffs?"

The eagle god had flow to her side, settling to perch on a large rock, wings folding to rest against his back. He may or may not have placed himself between her and the cliff's edge juuuust in case. (A father does not stop being a father just because his child has been reborn).

When he spoke it was with a smile.

Griffith glanced over the cliff with a thoughtful expression, a shrug of his wings.

"I suppose it would seem far to a lion. Feathers? A friend of yours?"

The god's eyes narrowed, inwardly making a note to find this 'feathers' who had left his child in a tree when she did not yet know how to fly and have a serious word with them. And by serious word, well you might not want to know what he would mean by 'serious word'. It seemed he may have discovered the source of her fear of heights.

"It seems an odd thing, to leave a bird in a tree."

There was a knowing smirk on his beak. Oh yes, Nara, you are totally busted. Even if he had not once been your father, Griffith would have certainly discerned you were a deity from that statement. Oh little one, it takes more than appearance to hide a god's true form.

"I have spoken to my daughter again, however my son seems to have moved on."

Griffith smiled as he watched her transform, taking the shape he knew so well. Ah, there she was, his little one. She did not look so different in this life as she had in the last. But he would have known her even if she had changed, he would always know his children.

"No, why would I be mad? You are hardly the first god to hide themselves as an eagle. It is not wrong to take another form in a world of mortal creatures. Mortals can be kind and good-hearted, but they can also be petty and cruel. It is sometimes best to know their intentions before revealing yourself."

The eagle spoke with a wisdom beyond what one would expect of a mortal avian. Fitting, being that he to was a god hiding his true form. He did not hide from fear or to deceive, he simply was not certain she was ready to see him as he truly was. It seemed she needed him more as an eagle than as a god.

The eagle god turned to face the cliff, wings outstretched to feel the wind through his feathers, powerful talons holding him fast to the rock of his perch.

"There is a good breeze rising from below, one could ride it if they so wished."

Griffith nodded, his interest most drawn to the mention of the raven. His poor Judeau, the mortal world had not been kind to his son.

"The forms gods choose are as different and varied as they are themselves. There are even those who choose multiple forms."

A soft smile, his head turned just enough to watch Nara from the corner of his eye. That's my girl, feel the wind, remember the feeling as it moves through your feathers. There is no reason to fear, you need only find your own courage.

"Is it? I suppose there are those who would feel far safer on the ground, but there are those who would claim the opposite, that safety lies in flying beyond the reach of predators. You are right, some creatures do belong on the ground, but to those who can fly, they will find a whole new world opened up to them. And to some, that is well worth any risk."

His grip on the rock released, his wings shifting, allowing the wind to catch his wings, lifting him from the ground. A moment held aloft, his wings angled again, changing to the flow of air, his feathered body drifting back down to settled on his perch once more. Floating on the air was not so different from flying, perhaps it was a good place to start.

Oh little one, if only he could share his wings with you.

"And many other gods do not, but I have seen those without fly as high as those who do."

The eagle frowned, his brow furrowing. For a moment it had seemed she was nearly there, that she would take that first step. He was sure the desire was there, she could fly if she wished, if only she would spread her wings. Sigh, perhaps she was not yet ready, it had been so much easier with his sons.

He turned to face her, placing his large form fully between Nara and the cliff, his wings outstretched to their full width to block the wind hoping to make her feel safe enough to open her wings.

"When you decide you are ready, I will be there to catch you. I will not let you fall."

"He sounds like a very smart raven."

He would have to check on his son in the lands he now resided in, but for now, it was Nara who needed him most.

That's it, little one, you can do it, spread your wings, feel the wind, you can fly if you wish to. The eagle was overjoyed to see her small wings spread, even if only for a moment. It had been a small step yes, but it had still been a step, and that was a start.

With a happy squawk, Griffith affectionately tapped her with his beak. She would learn to fly in her own time, and when she did she would wonder why she had ever hesiated.

"You will fly when you feel you are ready. There is no reason to push yourself before then."