If asked how she managed to get up on the branch, Ellana would have no answer. She just... did it. Maybe it's because she's spent so long feeling like she had wings lifted in flight, ready to soar, but she was always trapped on the ground. Trapped in the clan, having to stay close to the aravels and the fires, and only pushing the limits as far as she dared into the woods. She's been ready to fly for years, and somehow that translated into a practical application. But it's just one branch. She hasn't yet tried to glide on the winds, or lift up, up, up high into the sky.

She watches as Morrigan lifts off and lands beside her. She hops on the branch, feeling the change to her center of balance, and flaps her wings to adjust for it. She chirps happily, as close to an excited squeal as a little bird can get. And with Morrigan beside her, she feels she can better study the proper way to fly, so she takes off again, doing a short burst before coming back down. It will be easier once they get out from under the trees, because right now, she has to dodge them. She takes off again, doing short bursts of flight as she aims to leave the trees behind and get out into the open air.