Fly Me to the Moon

She hopped onto his paw, and he was able to deposit her onto his back with no issues. He would never get over how small she was. He could barely even feel her there, nestled above his shoulders. He bent the tip of one wing inwards, and bopped her lightly on the nose with a feather, before raising them slightly to offer her extra support around her.

That done, he was ready to go. He started off at a light trott, cautiously looking back every now and then to ensure his little passenger was doing alright. It wasn’t long before they came to his old tree house, and he looked up at the impressive sized tree with a grin. The long trunk started off on Armada territory, but as it rose, it dipped down over onto rogue territory. His little rebellion as a child. He looked back one more time. [b] “You ready?” [b] he asked Satira.

"Mortis Fatalis"