Slipping in my faith until I fall
The branch Nova had pointed out held the wreath well. Marcus remained perched there for a moment in his eagle form, talons curled securely around the rough bark as the new decoration swayed gently. The leaves and flowers caught the shifting breeze, flashes of gold and red flickering against the darker canopy. Satisfied it wouldn’t fall, he pushed off the branch with a powerful beat of his wings.
The descent was short and controlled, feathers cutting through the cool air before he settled lightly on the ground near Nova. In a smooth ripple of bone and muscle he shifted back, feathers folding inward as his human form returned. “Looks good up there.” he said, grinning. He admired their work from the vantage point on the ground. The longer they lingered beneath the enormous trunk, though, the more aware he became of the Mathair's presence again. Marcus rubbed the back of his neck, shifting his weight before turning slightly away from the trunk.
“So…” he said casually, gesturing toward the deeper forest, “we should probably go see more of the Greatwood while we’re here, right?”
FIN
The descent was short and controlled, feathers cutting through the cool air before he settled lightly on the ground near Nova. In a smooth ripple of bone and muscle he shifted back, feathers folding inward as his human form returned. “Looks good up there.” he said, grinning. He admired their work from the vantage point on the ground. The longer they lingered beneath the enormous trunk, though, the more aware he became of the Mathair's presence again. Marcus rubbed the back of his neck, shifting his weight before turning slightly away from the trunk.
“So…” he said casually, gesturing toward the deeper forest, “we should probably go see more of the Greatwood while we’re here, right?”
FIN
Marcus
He never returned that call
