// think of the sun that shaped them //
All those prey instincts locked in, and she ducked behind the altar, still as a stone. Half-hoping her grey plumage would blend into the surroundings, the only thing keeping her entirely away from bursting out of the seams were primordial inherency and Mittens – whose eyes seemed to be narrowing, observing, as it glanced out from behind the pillars and altar.
The sound of wings faded, and her gaze narrowed too, heart beating wildly in her chest, pondering if this was the moment she could evade or escape. Or if it was a ruse, some trick most predators could come up with, sliding into their roles in hunting, waiting, until their target was comfortable enough to flee.
Except – when curiosity won out – she peeked around to see a familiar figure. Blinking, she shifted, though she couldn’t quite stop shaking, the movements shuddering through her hands and shoulders. “Maea?”
The sound of wings faded, and her gaze narrowed too, heart beating wildly in her chest, pondering if this was the moment she could evade or escape. Or if it was a ruse, some trick most predators could come up with, sliding into their roles in hunting, waiting, until their target was comfortable enough to flee.
Except – when curiosity won out – she peeked around to see a familiar figure. Blinking, she shifted, though she couldn’t quite stop shaking, the movements shuddering through her hands and shoulders. “Maea?”
Lena
// the speck of truth that's ours //
