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It was undeniable that Fareeha and Dr. Ziegler made a harmonious pair.
Satya sat by the cliffside, her legs swinging over the edge and her hands resting on the grey barrier. Her eyes were trained on two figures diving and swooping above the calm blue sea before her.
Normally a few other agents would be watching alongside the architect, but on this day she found herself completely alone. Not that it mattered anyway. She was always too enamored with the performance on show to talk to anyone.
This had slowly become a pattern in her day-to-day life in Gibraltar; to watch the two women soar across the sky during training. Practicing aerial maneuvers she'd catch glimpses of during missions while she was stationed at the point. It was always quite the spectacle for sure.
Fareeha would rise like a proud eagle leaving only a trail of smoke behind her. Her smile could be seen from miles away. An enduring smirk that invited you in as a friend. A signal that you were in the company of a good friend.
Dr. Ziegler would be right behind her, staff outstretched as a cool blue beam connected to the other pilot. Her wings would shimmer as she glided.
She made it look effortless. Like everything she did.
She was so beautiful, so intelligent, so brave, so funny. Of course Fareeha would be struck by her. Almost everyone at the base was.
She was something Satya could never achieve; she was perfect.
Every so often they'd disappear around a rock or slip far out of her sight. Despite this she could always hear their laughter ringing in her ears. They'd call to one another. Let out rallying cries. Yelled support if the other needed it. They were complete opposites to one another and yet worked like a well oiled machine in combat.
So far their combo had not lost them a mission, even if things went awry. (Which they always did. No matter how hard she tried.)
Without realising it Satya’s fingers began pulling at the light fibers out of the palm of her prosthetic. Twisting and turning the blue absentmindedly. A memory tickled the back of her mind -- seeing a flock of birds erupt from tall grass, enveloping her with the sounds of their flapping and screeching. She vaguely remembered racing home, but never could remember the path she took. What streets she traveled down. Nor the person who enveloped her in their arms, whispering songs into her ear as she buried her face within their neck.
Fareeha's whoops of laughter would echo around her, making Satya sigh.
Within a few minutes of sculpting a blue bird sat in her hand -- it's wings would flicker as it flapped, trying to fly away from her palm. Satya found herself cupping it closer to her chest, trying to calm it.
Of course it could never reach the sky. It was nothing more than a projection. It wasn't built to fly. Just like her.