Reaching High

"Oh, yes, Aoife! How is she? Is she glad to see her father, do you think? I'm sure he is glad to see her. I must confess I do not know much about children...is she able to walk, talk yet?" Sam wasn't aware how much of a silly question this was (or perhaps not, given her star-touched blessings, though he didn't know of them) because he had very limited experience with children, having been outcast when he was one and never having met one as an adult for any meaningful length of time. Remi said he liked to fly, something Sam considered so breathtaking, so amazing...that it was mention so casually amazed him. It did not yet occur to him that having drunk from Remi he could experience it himself (or indeed, that he already had). "Well. I think what you do is amazing. I can't imagine flying...wow. You must have stories. You know, I did want to talk to some attuned for a book on the range of shifts people can have. Would you talk to me about it sometime?" With this request asked Sam looked at Remi and tried in his mind to imagine him as an animal. A lion..did not seem to match the gentle person before him. Even his anger, his pain had been comparatively mild, nothing too frightening except for what it meant for his long-lost chances at romance. "I think a bird..suits you. Free and bold and..." His eyes dropped from Remi, suddenly embarrassed. "Do you think the shifts are chosen for the person?" Samuel At seventeen, I started to starve myself I thought that love was a kind of emptiness And at least I understood then the hunger I felt And I didn't have to call it loneliness