a silent film he'd watched a thousand times before
His sharp gaze lingered on the other eagle as Grimm spoke. The response was blunt, but Marcus had asked the question knowing he might receive exactly that. Not everyone wanted their wounds examined, even gently. He inclined his head slightly when Grimm finished, accepting it for what it was. Fair enough. Marcus sent back after a moment. There was no challenge in the words now, only a quiet understanding. Not everyone mourned the same things, and not everyone spoke about the burdens they carried. He knew, though, if Halo fell, his whole life would be shattered.
His eyes drifted once more over the Celestine, tracing the restless movement of wings and the careful balance of life below. Sounds like you’ve got enough on your plate without worrying about me. He said, the tone lighter now, apologetic as he had been before. I won’t keep bothering you. He shifted his weight forward, wings spreading slowly as warm air slid beneath the broad span of feathers. For a brief second he balanced at the edge of the rock, feeling the pull of the sky again.
The drop lasted only a heartbeat before the wind caught him. He banked away from the cliffs and the sanctuary, climbing back into open air, leaving Grimm and the Celestine.
FIN
His eyes drifted once more over the Celestine, tracing the restless movement of wings and the careful balance of life below. Sounds like you’ve got enough on your plate without worrying about me. He said, the tone lighter now, apologetic as he had been before. I won’t keep bothering you. He shifted his weight forward, wings spreading slowly as warm air slid beneath the broad span of feathers. For a brief second he balanced at the edge of the rock, feeling the pull of the sky again.
The drop lasted only a heartbeat before the wind caught him. He banked away from the cliffs and the sanctuary, climbing back into open air, leaving Grimm and the Celestine.
FIN
marcus olson
