[A grunt of effort, followed by the swish of a branch, is all the warning Maedhros gets before Korra lands beside him on his branch. With her green top and pants, she almost blends in among the leaves. Or she would, were it not for the delicate-looking light blue wings on her back.
She frowns down at the branch as she stumbles a little, unused to the extra pressure on her back, no matter how light they might be. Korra glances at him, realizing she's probably ended up in his personal space now.]
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She frowns down at the branch as she stumbles a little, unused to the extra pressure on her back, no matter how light they might be. Korra glances at him, realizing she's probably ended up in his personal space now.]
Sorry. Still getting used to these.
[Flying with them is a lot harder than it looks.]