will you even notice
The moment her hands were free and she opened them, a cup-like throne for him to nestle in, he bolted into them. It was then, that the cold of the air, the coolness of DeepFrost outside became re-evident to him. Yes, his resilience was the greatest of his twelve siblings, however cold still harassed his hummingframe like a squirt of water on an open flame. The two did not mix.
He could feel her footsteps as she glided through the room and to the window, seemingly curious about a phenomenon outside. Her delightful giggle sent a rush of joy through his hollow bones, and his eyes perked up to see what was the matter. Soon a newfangled vine, thick and soft, wrapped itself around her neck, to which he was immediately drawn.
The velvety nest hung like a sling and he dove into the darkness of its folds, letting loose happy chirps. The sound of her voice muffled through the fabric, and though she began to work steadily on the rose bush, Aster allowed himself to doze. The tiresome nature of his earlier flight through the woods, as he sought a shelter, soon caught up to him.
He awoke many minutes later to her placing the plant into a new pot, and with the windchill kept outside the front door, he now sped out the sling to dive his hummingbeak into the folds of the crimson roses. The roses had a scent and a lusciousness to him that spoke of mystery, a deep connection to the wellspring of life. These were no ordinary roses, that's for sure.
>"Well," Farrow smiled as the hummingbird bird flew out of her makeshift sling to fly about her head "The world is just full of surprises today, isn't it?"
Distracted by their novelty, he alighted upon one of the rosebushe's branches and pricked his side with a golden thorn. The shock of the injury caused him to flap furiously as he toppled over onto the table, murmuring weak cries.
He was marked underneath his left side, though no blood was spilled, he might have sustained a small bruise. At times like this, he would normally revert back to his human form to check for any sustained damage, but he feared to knock over the beautiful rose bush and so, looked up pleadingly to the woman for aid.
He could feel her footsteps as she glided through the room and to the window, seemingly curious about a phenomenon outside. Her delightful giggle sent a rush of joy through his hollow bones, and his eyes perked up to see what was the matter. Soon a newfangled vine, thick and soft, wrapped itself around her neck, to which he was immediately drawn.
The velvety nest hung like a sling and he dove into the darkness of its folds, letting loose happy chirps. The sound of her voice muffled through the fabric, and though she began to work steadily on the rose bush, Aster allowed himself to doze. The tiresome nature of his earlier flight through the woods, as he sought a shelter, soon caught up to him.
He awoke many minutes later to her placing the plant into a new pot, and with the windchill kept outside the front door, he now sped out the sling to dive his hummingbeak into the folds of the crimson roses. The roses had a scent and a lusciousness to him that spoke of mystery, a deep connection to the wellspring of life. These were no ordinary roses, that's for sure.
>"Well," Farrow smiled as the hummingbird bird flew out of her makeshift sling to fly about her head "The world is just full of surprises today, isn't it?"
Distracted by their novelty, he alighted upon one of the rosebushe's branches and pricked his side with a golden thorn. The shock of the injury caused him to flap furiously as he toppled over onto the table, murmuring weak cries.
He was marked underneath his left side, though no blood was spilled, he might have sustained a small bruise. At times like this, he would normally revert back to his human form to check for any sustained damage, but he feared to knock over the beautiful rose bush and so, looked up pleadingly to the woman for aid.
when I'm not around?
Aster
