will you even notice
As Aster sat, this woman's soft yet sharp beauty entranced his little hummingheart, so much so that his heart lurched when she rushed toward him with a quick motion. He was so stricken by the gracefulness (or lackthereof when she bumped her shin) that he forget he had wings and could fly away.
Stupor tinged his iridescent, green feathers when her two hands swooped in to scoop him up. Chemicals of support, love, closeness, and memories of warm happy days with his family barraged him all at once when her delicate hands graced his vulnerable, bird-underside.
If he had felt any ounce of malice he would have zipped away from her grasp immediately, squirming if required to get away, but all he received was concern and warmth. Oozing warmth.
>"Hello little one," she said to the gorgeous hummingbird in her hands as she brought him away from imminent danger. "Be mindful you don't find yourself too close to those, they bite,"
Aster was almost stricken to rest in her hands just in the brief moment she held him, his hummingbird metabolism processing every bit of physical touch as grandly as the slightest gust of wind.
> "But you are a perfect match aren't you?"
He flapped in disapproval the moment he set her down.
Though she busied her hands with the undoings of an earth worm, he rushed to alight himself onto one of her delicate wrists. Even leaping at the chance to help feed a portion of a chopped up worm to the Preying Orchid, just so she could have her hands free to hold him. Again.
Stupor tinged his iridescent, green feathers when her two hands swooped in to scoop him up. Chemicals of support, love, closeness, and memories of warm happy days with his family barraged him all at once when her delicate hands graced his vulnerable, bird-underside.
If he had felt any ounce of malice he would have zipped away from her grasp immediately, squirming if required to get away, but all he received was concern and warmth. Oozing warmth.
>"Hello little one," she said to the gorgeous hummingbird in her hands as she brought him away from imminent danger. "Be mindful you don't find yourself too close to those, they bite,"
Aster was almost stricken to rest in her hands just in the brief moment she held him, his hummingbird metabolism processing every bit of physical touch as grandly as the slightest gust of wind.
> "But you are a perfect match aren't you?"
He flapped in disapproval the moment he set her down.
Though she busied her hands with the undoings of an earth worm, he rushed to alight himself onto one of her delicate wrists. Even leaping at the chance to help feed a portion of a chopped up worm to the Preying Orchid, just so she could have her hands free to hold him. Again.
when I'm not around?
Aster
