"If I could fly I would never come back", you said
Maea's eyes had been locked on the northern horizon for the better part of a day by now, ever since they left the blessed heat of the Climb behind. Her heart beat with extra weight now, as the cold grew more intense and their stints in the air by necessity had to remain short. It called to her, that far jagged coastline. With the scent of ice on the wind and the pale shadow of mountains snapping at the black sky each night, she could almost believe she was back.
Her return caw was distracted, simple acknowledgement that registered Thalassa's presence, but without the exuberance of their first few days. Now that they were reaching the last stages of the journey, and with Halo close enough to touch, bittersweet melancholy was wrapping around her chest like the iron bands of some fairytale prince, bespelled until he could no longer breathe. She missed it. Missed the days of magic and heartache, where her biggest worries revolved around whether a boy with blue eyes would stay within her reach or not. What she wouldn't give to go back, to redo, to unmade all the choices and rewrite her tangled mess of a story...
Her return caw was distracted, simple acknowledgement that registered Thalassa's presence, but without the exuberance of their first few days. Now that they were reaching the last stages of the journey, and with Halo close enough to touch, bittersweet melancholy was wrapping around her chest like the iron bands of some fairytale prince, bespelled until he could no longer breathe. She missed it. Missed the days of magic and heartache, where her biggest worries revolved around whether a boy with blue eyes would stay within her reach or not. What she wouldn't give to go back, to redo, to unmade all the choices and rewrite her tangled mess of a story...
Maea
