And carry me away as light as a feather...

[noimpulsecontrol]

Della Duck was an unstoppable pilot... When she had a plane. When she had wings, it was apparently a very different story. And she found that incredibly frustrating, so when Crane had offered flying lessons, she'd jumped on the chance. It didn't hurt that she really enjoyed spending time with him.

She bounded out to the field where they'd planned to meet - it was out of the way, so there was no need to worry about Crane being seen as a crane, or Della crashing directly into an unsuspecting civilian - grinning eagerly. When she spotted Crane, she waved to him. "Hey, teach! I'm ready to get up there!"

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[noimpulsecontrol]

"Uh-oh."

Della tried to keep up, but in the end, her attempts had her tumbling back to the ground - this time, though, rather than being in embarrassment or awe, she was laughing.

"Okay, okay! Uncle!"

[kawkaw]

With another snap of his wings, the wind dissipated, and the rocks fell harmlessly to the ground. Hopping up, he crossed the distance back to where Della was sitting.

"It was a good attempt," he offered. "Plus, now we know where your limits are, and can work on them from there."

[noimpulsecontrol]

She laughed a bit more, getting to her feet and dusting herself off. "That sure sounds better than saying I failed, so sure. Let's put it that way."

[kawkaw]

"I wouldn't call it failing," he said. "Everyone's got to start somewhere."