will you even notice
The impression of her name and her status in Aster’s headspace dragged him down into a deeper sense of safety. The fright of waking in the midst of separation melted slowly, with the emotional and mental softness of another Attuned’s mind touch.
He spread his wings wide, taking care to avoid the dirt underneath him. He fluttered once, hovering a few inches off the ground, before dropping back down. His wings were still plagued with exhaustion and he couldn’t muster any more energy to rise. His body ached for rest, but he didn’t know how to acquire that in this form without a nest, and to return to his human form now felt a risk.
{I’m the seventh son of Aribelle and Ilumen Nova. Long ago they gave me the name Aster, but very rarely am I called that.} He sent her the feeling that his siblings would send to call out to him, a mix between the feeling of humid air after a storm and being perched upon the sturdiness of a mature tree branch.
He drooped his curved beak and gave the equivalent of a hummingbird yawn.
{Lena, O Caretaker of the Celestine. I’m having trouble finding rest. As you can probably tell, I’ve exhausted myself. But without my flock, I’m scared. But I promised my sister, not to go back to them until the Chimera’s constellation reaches the end of the sky dome. That was the promise.} Aster looked up at the caregiver, eyelids closing shut and feathers drooping. He almost toppled over to rest his dainty feathers on the filthy ground.
He spread his wings wide, taking care to avoid the dirt underneath him. He fluttered once, hovering a few inches off the ground, before dropping back down. His wings were still plagued with exhaustion and he couldn’t muster any more energy to rise. His body ached for rest, but he didn’t know how to acquire that in this form without a nest, and to return to his human form now felt a risk.
{I’m the seventh son of Aribelle and Ilumen Nova. Long ago they gave me the name Aster, but very rarely am I called that.} He sent her the feeling that his siblings would send to call out to him, a mix between the feeling of humid air after a storm and being perched upon the sturdiness of a mature tree branch.
He drooped his curved beak and gave the equivalent of a hummingbird yawn.
{Lena, O Caretaker of the Celestine. I’m having trouble finding rest. As you can probably tell, I’ve exhausted myself. But without my flock, I’m scared. But I promised my sister, not to go back to them until the Chimera’s constellation reaches the end of the sky dome. That was the promise.} Aster looked up at the caregiver, eyelids closing shut and feathers drooping. He almost toppled over to rest his dainty feathers on the filthy ground.
when I'm not around?
Aster
