You charge forward without thinking, the only thing on your mind being reaching the safe looking and relatively flat platforms of the Swanna's feet. You weren't going to wait until she decides to move and inadvertently crush you underneath.
You scramble up the edges of the webby appendage just in the nick of time as the Swanna rakes a step and obliterates the small divot toy you had been just standing in.
Fortunately for you. the tough and scaly avian feet provides more than enough texture to hold onto, allowing you to stay in place even as she moved her legs.
High above the legs you spot the red piece of swimwear warm and flex as she moved while giving you occasional glimpses of the crotch seat in all its glory. The strong ocean breeze whips against the swanna's impressive plumage in waves, which causes you some concern. If you're not careful, the wind could flick you off of your precarious perch and send you who-knows-where, possibly even into the ocean itself, and if that were to happen you're pretty much screwed.
You turn your gaze upward and focus on the bikini. If you were able to climb upward and get into those bottoms you'd be home free, you'd be safe from the violent winds, and most likely warm as well because of all the feathers.
Or, you could risk staying down here and seeing where the swanna's path will take you, perhaps you might get lucky and she'll go inside or into a place sheltered from the wind.
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