Aurelia
and that the world is always our fault
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
when we did nothing, how did we do wrong?
Aurelia was relaxed at that point, guard down and all. She was just starting to get the feelings she always did after a good spar. She felt energized, clear-headed, and ready to face anything. She already felt worlds better than she did earlier. He took her hand and she braced to help him up, expecting him to be a little heavy for her, so she really pulled him up.
But then, suddenly, he was not himself. His body morphed and shrunk, his skin and clothes disappearing and stark blue feathers taking their places. He was no longer a man but, a giant, purpleish-blue macaw with a huge beak. He took to the air, wing slipping through her fingers and flapping by her face.
And... well, she had been caught completely off-guard by that. She screamed. It was short and low-pitched so, perhaps more like a yell. His large wingbeats made her stagger backwards, instantly losing her balance and falling back into the sand. She stared after him as he flew across to the kitchen area, stunned.
Then, her expression of surprise, with its raised eyebrows and agape mouth, turned into one of anger. Her brows threaded together and she scowled at him, catching his gaze as he looked back over at her. "You-!" she grumbled unintelligibly to herself. As she glared at him, she couldn't help the chuckle that started. Laughing lightly and shaking her head, she said in response to his question, "I don't care, whatever you have, bird-brain." She got back to her feet and straightened out.
But then, suddenly, he was not himself. His body morphed and shrunk, his skin and clothes disappearing and stark blue feathers taking their places. He was no longer a man but, a giant, purpleish-blue macaw with a huge beak. He took to the air, wing slipping through her fingers and flapping by her face.
And... well, she had been caught completely off-guard by that. She screamed. It was short and low-pitched so, perhaps more like a yell. His large wingbeats made her stagger backwards, instantly losing her balance and falling back into the sand. She stared after him as he flew across to the kitchen area, stunned.
Then, her expression of surprise, with its raised eyebrows and agape mouth, turned into one of anger. Her brows threaded together and she scowled at him, catching his gaze as he looked back over at her. "You-!" she grumbled unintelligibly to herself. As she glared at him, she couldn't help the chuckle that started. Laughing lightly and shaking her head, she said in response to his question, "I don't care, whatever you have, bird-brain." She got back to her feet and straightened out.
and I've been thinking that when we thought
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
the world would break us, that we weren't wrong
