no stone unturned

i want to be a mystery, yet be known

i want to be together, yet alone

She looks up at him with wide eyes, listening and trying to imagine what the whole idea of it is. She imagines a variety of things, trying to pinpoint it, listening as he trails off though it makes little sense. She doesn’t know what a clown is, doesn’t know the term for acrobats – though she was somewhat versed in the agility required to likely be decent at it. But he explains it better, and she focuses on the mention of food, the tent its held in, what he did – and it brings in a slight smile on her face with the awe-filled voice.

“High in the air… Like how high? Like rooftop high or.. Spire high?” She asks, probing him for more questions, more ideas as to what he did, who he was. “I jumped off the Spire recently.” She explains, a bit sheepish and smiling at the thought, the wind blowing through her feathers with her descent.

But she explains her own lineage, and she looks slightly away from him as he looks to her better. “She is, yes.” A quiet admission, though there’s something that feathers in her jaw at the thought. “She doesn’t remember it firsthand because it didn’t happen to her. But she can remember that other version of herself… She’s different than she was before. I don’t know if I like it or I hate it.”

is it too much to ask to be famous yet unknown?

to be a wanderer, yet have a home?

KIADA