Ashe
to get a dream
of life again
of life again
The tension in me eases at his apology, a tiny thrill of relief flickering through my chest like a candle in a draft. He is, in fact, Attuned. I steady my hover well above the line of his wingtip as he circles, out of the worst of the drafts of his wings.
Good, I send, humor sharp and quick. I’m mostly nectar and spite. Terrible meal. A beat. Sorry for flying in your face. If I startled you.
I dip in a small arc, letting the sun catch the metallic sheen in my feathers before climbing back to that hover in that safe sliver of air. Below us, Eurybia breathes—steel-blue and restless—spines of white water breaking over dark reefs, spray torn thin by the gusts. The salt sits bright on my tongue. For a moment I just listen to the wings and the sea.
Your shape—griffin. My curiosity edges forward, ever insatiable. At least, it is again. Since seeing my mother, I’ve managed to claw pieces of myself back together. You’re a really unique one. What creatures? Did you earn this shift or start that way?
Good, I send, humor sharp and quick. I’m mostly nectar and spite. Terrible meal. A beat. Sorry for flying in your face. If I startled you.
I dip in a small arc, letting the sun catch the metallic sheen in my feathers before climbing back to that hover in that safe sliver of air. Below us, Eurybia breathes—steel-blue and restless—spines of white water breaking over dark reefs, spray torn thin by the gusts. The salt sits bright on my tongue. For a moment I just listen to the wings and the sea.
Your shape—griffin. My curiosity edges forward, ever insatiable. At least, it is again. Since seeing my mother, I’ve managed to claw pieces of myself back together. You’re a really unique one. What creatures? Did you earn this shift or start that way?
to get a vision
of the start at the end
of the start at the end
