Siva
Siva watched as the otter's mouth pulled up into a smile, and a creepy chuckle filled the air. And queerly enough, Siva felt relieved. She herself was not to sure why, but she rationalised it to her finally finding the otter's non-childish side. One could not have an entirely childish character after all, as that would require a rather pampered life, though the otter did seem pretty pampered...
However, as she had said two seconds ago, she had not much time. Well, theoretically, Siva had all the time in the world, but the time she would allocate to this impudent otter was little. And that little was running out steadily, like the sand in an hour glass. Siva ruffled her feathers, getting annoyed. Would she hurry up?!
Finally, the otter bounded to her leg, and gripped on, which gave the crane much amusement. She had just crouched down, and it chose to rest on her leg, which was plated with silver, instead of her back which was rather comfy. Not that she was complaining. It would be much better as who knew, the otter might have tried yanking out her feathers, which was most definitely not a good thing. Well, at least the otter was not that daft, it had chosen the leg without her bracelet. Should it have touched her bracelet, Siva would have killed it. Literally.
Jolted out of her thoughts by the otter saying something. She looked down in slight bemusement, to watch it pointing to the sky. "You know, I know full well how to talk." She said, slightly annoyed. Really, it had not even said please. She knew it was petty, but it was what one did when another helped, no? Ah, well. To others, she would have just walked off, but she was curious. This otter was interesting, to say the least.
It was interesting. Though for the otter's sake, she hoped that was a good thing.
Another otter came, this one older, his stance protective. Her father. She listened to his words, before almost rolling her eyes. Did daftness seem to run into one's family? What was the otter up to? It was rather obvious, after all, what else could one be doing clinging on to a crane's leg? Deciding the male otter was a complete waste of her time, she unfurled her wings, her large feathered limbs propeling her up gracefully and powerfully, before she caught an air current, and flew.
A smile played on her beak, when the otter could no longer escape. The otter asked her to be one with the wind, and Siva had asked why. The reason given to her did not deserve this flight, and thus, now, came the real test. Stopping in mid air where the only sounds where the occasional flap of her wings, her beady eyes looked down.
"You better hold on tight."
And then, she dipped, her wings close to her body, going on a sky dive, the earth rising before her. Just when it was about to touch her beak, her wings once more spread out, catching her and shooting her up once more, where she did backflips, twirls, spins, and figure 8's, dancing the deadly dance of death, at bone crushing speed, the air spinning round her, playing with her feathers, letting her and it become one. She was not even trying. The air embraced her, let her feel the gentle touch of it running through her feathers, let her do whatever she wanted. The sky was her home, one who did what the otter did was an idiot. Obviously there was a catch. Siva did not fly, she soared. But, idiotic as the otter was, it had aroused her interest.
Once again, she hoped, mainly for it's sake, that it was a good thing.