This town will never change, People come and go, it's all the same
Henry stiffens as torrential rains pelt down on his wings, smothering him in the wrath of the storm. For a moment, he can only take it, blinking his eyes against the drops that swim down toward them. His ferocity fades into a sharp sadness, even if the eagle is proud and daunts against such sentiments.
He turns after Noah, grasping the turkey in his talons, and chases after him across the grasses on wingbeats that are muted by the roll of thunder overhead. He joins his hunting companions, landing beneath the tree and settling there in his shift for several moments longer. He's starkly aware of it, of his mistake, of Noah's internal frustrations in regard to it, of the way the other man doesn't look at him for a while.
Henry returns the gesture, staring down his beak at the ground, as plops of rain descend upon it. Somewhere in between this moment and the next, Henry has returned to his natural form, his back to the tree. He has nothing to say for himself.
Noah's words are practically an apology, and something Henry doesn't feel he deserves. His neck cranes to look up at the hunter beside him, seasoned and who would've been ready to teach him more, had he been given more of an opportunity to. Henry had snatched that important teaching moment away. "No... it wasn't your fault, it was mine. I'm an idiot," he says, voice dark with bitterness.
"I'm... not ready. There's too much going on in my head," he sighs, letting his gaze fall back down to the ground, "I just want to run away from it all. Not worry about.. anyone except myself. That's all I have now anyway. You hear stories about Attuned taking to their shifts and running off, to live in the wild, and I never understood why until now... Maybe it would be better..."
He turns after Noah, grasping the turkey in his talons, and chases after him across the grasses on wingbeats that are muted by the roll of thunder overhead. He joins his hunting companions, landing beneath the tree and settling there in his shift for several moments longer. He's starkly aware of it, of his mistake, of Noah's internal frustrations in regard to it, of the way the other man doesn't look at him for a while.
Henry returns the gesture, staring down his beak at the ground, as plops of rain descend upon it. Somewhere in between this moment and the next, Henry has returned to his natural form, his back to the tree. He has nothing to say for himself.
Noah's words are practically an apology, and something Henry doesn't feel he deserves. His neck cranes to look up at the hunter beside him, seasoned and who would've been ready to teach him more, had he been given more of an opportunity to. Henry had snatched that important teaching moment away. "No... it wasn't your fault, it was mine. I'm an idiot," he says, voice dark with bitterness.
"I'm... not ready. There's too much going on in my head," he sighs, letting his gaze fall back down to the ground, "I just want to run away from it all. Not worry about.. anyone except myself. That's all I have now anyway. You hear stories about Attuned taking to their shifts and running off, to live in the wild, and I never understood why until now... Maybe it would be better..."
HENRY
