Azure
If you are a dreamer a wisher a liar
If you're a pretender come sit by my fire
If you're a pretender come sit by my fire
Pleased with the modest praise, Azure stood a little bit taller. She arched her neck to watch the demonstration, hopping past the fresh leaves that obstructed her view. Even when attacking a defenseless tree, the large bird quickly turned into an intimidating sight. Beak and talons left indents in the bark while the batting of cobalt wings disoriented her and the imagined opponent. She let out an impressed trill at the display.
Just one problem, teach', she said with amusement when he landed back beside her, songbirds don't have talons. Azure lifted a tiny foot in demonstration. And the first thing Treeman will notice about me is how easy I am to swat away. Maybe... She flew lower, positioning herself just above the wide trunk. Maybe if I approached from where he can't see me. She puffed up her chest, and crept up to the edge of the branch.
From above the tree trunk's "face" where she stood, Azure slipped off the edge, spreading her wings. She dove at her target headfirst, giving the tree's "eye" a quick peck before using her feet to push herself away from the trunk and working her wings hard to curve her descent. Steadying herself, she landed in the grass. One eye down.
She looked up to observe the damage. The mark she'd left was barely visible, and quite possibly imagined. Uninvited, thoughts of the attack she'd suffered crept into her mind. The memory was hard to shake, and reason had a hard time dissipating the emotions it carried. She felt silly and discouraged.
Felling exposed in the attuned link, she shifted back. Azure remained sitting in the grass and leaned back on her hands. Looking up at the Attuned, she blew a strand of hair out of her face. "This might chase away some people, but an Ascended would hardly feel it. How do you fight someone who doesn't feel pain?", she asked, frustration creeping as the feeling of helplessness persisted.
Just one problem, teach', she said with amusement when he landed back beside her, songbirds don't have talons. Azure lifted a tiny foot in demonstration. And the first thing Treeman will notice about me is how easy I am to swat away. Maybe... She flew lower, positioning herself just above the wide trunk. Maybe if I approached from where he can't see me. She puffed up her chest, and crept up to the edge of the branch.
From above the tree trunk's "face" where she stood, Azure slipped off the edge, spreading her wings. She dove at her target headfirst, giving the tree's "eye" a quick peck before using her feet to push herself away from the trunk and working her wings hard to curve her descent. Steadying herself, she landed in the grass. One eye down.
She looked up to observe the damage. The mark she'd left was barely visible, and quite possibly imagined. Uninvited, thoughts of the attack she'd suffered crept into her mind. The memory was hard to shake, and reason had a hard time dissipating the emotions it carried. She felt silly and discouraged.
Felling exposed in the attuned link, she shifted back. Azure remained sitting in the grass and leaned back on her hands. Looking up at the Attuned, she blew a strand of hair out of her face. "This might chase away some people, but an Ascended would hardly feel it. How do you fight someone who doesn't feel pain?", she asked, frustration creeping as the feeling of helplessness persisted.
