They remembered peering curiously into the Void many times, safely nestled at the junction of His neck and shoulders.
He radiated love and joy that burned bright and hot, much different from the soft dark emptiness they were, or the cool neutral presence of the unknown that lingered at the fringes of their perception, and far into the Void.
They dared not seek it out, to stray from their safe perch. He was a pillar of life, light, and something burning, sweet and fond they had no concept of.
To once again return to the cold unforgiving nothingness that they came from was to abandon the safety He provided.
They didn't plan on doing so when He seemed to not only tolerate their small insignificance, but welcome it.
At least not yet.
They gained more presence, to the point that they ventures from shoulder to crown, stretching stubby limbs He called wings towards the Void above.
He always watched them as they did so, keeping carefully still, but they could feel His pride and satisfaction over their accomplishment, even when they scurried back to their shoulder when a vague shape in the sharpened, suddenly closer.
Eventually they regained their courage under the gentle caresses and silent encouragements He provided.
Warily, they cast their perception past His presence and into the Void of their origin, huddled against His side that burned and soothed the cold emptiness in their core and filled it with something warm and
They stilled for a moment, poking and prodding for danger, wings slowly carrying them away further and further away.
If the small feeling of achievement wasn't enough for them to practice flying and exploring, the almost overwhelming feeling of awe and burning hot thing they could not understand, but gradually began to.