HENRY
a knife twists at the thought that
I should fall short of the mark
I should fall short of the mark
Henry senses the amusement from Deimos easily, and offers a vein of his own in return, Oh, always! That's why we've got wings, and his eyes almost seem to crinkle, though eagles are not very well-known for their expressiveness and up here in the air, the minute look is perhaps lost to the wind - just as they are.
The other eagle's attention hones in on the vast array of green hedges, and it's because of their bird's eye view that they'll easily be able to ascertain where it leads.
Tell me, Deimos, Henry's voice has a knowing and mischievous chime to it, and it seems as if he's ignoring the question altogether, have you ever played 'chicken'? He'd be grinning ambitiously, if he could, though maybe that sentiment can be felt.
At that, his wings sweep downward and carry him down closer. Within the heart of the maze, a roaring fire seems to blaze eternal. Henry's visited this spot a few times in his flights, always to find that the flames still burn. It's not so strange to him, though; Torchline and Halo have similar fires. The purpose of this one, however? It's lost on him, as he circles around and puzzles at it for a moment.
Then, with a spark of invigoration, he swoops down over the eye of the garden. Just close enough that he can feel the heat on the underside of his feathers. Turning on the breeze, he meets Deimos with a challenging glare.
The other eagle's attention hones in on the vast array of green hedges, and it's because of their bird's eye view that they'll easily be able to ascertain where it leads.
Tell me, Deimos, Henry's voice has a knowing and mischievous chime to it, and it seems as if he's ignoring the question altogether, have you ever played 'chicken'? He'd be grinning ambitiously, if he could, though maybe that sentiment can be felt.
At that, his wings sweep downward and carry him down closer. Within the heart of the maze, a roaring fire seems to blaze eternal. Henry's visited this spot a few times in his flights, always to find that the flames still burn. It's not so strange to him, though; Torchline and Halo have similar fires. The purpose of this one, however? It's lost on him, as he circles around and puzzles at it for a moment.
Then, with a spark of invigoration, he swoops down over the eye of the garden. Just close enough that he can feel the heat on the underside of his feathers. Turning on the breeze, he meets Deimos with a challenging glare.
middle of adventure
such a perfect place to start
such a perfect place to start
