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
The attack she suffered served only as glue, mortar mixing with her fear of the Grounds and everything that transpired there. It felt safer to fly away on wing, although her advance was slow and sluggish. Either because of the blood she lost or the weakness that lingered in the pit of her stomach, pressing down.
She would often have to stop and rest in nooks along the way, but sleep didn't linger. So when Azure came upon Meadowreach, she didn't see fields of grass and emerging flowers, but a plump, jade bed. Landing gently between the flowerbeds, she felt a calm creeping. The morning sunlight covered her like a blanket as she listened to the softest breeze rustle the grass devoid of predators that would disturb the peace.
When she woke up, the sun was high in the sky and something big was rustling the grass not far from where she lay. But then, its steps became a lot smaller. Jumping up from her bed in stealthy, choppy leaps she sought out the source of the noise. That's when she saw it. A macaw ascending. She watched it dance in the air in unusual, aggressive patterns before it returned to the ground and became... a rather strange ram. Or was it a buck? Intrigued, she kept watching, head cocking in surprise when the attuned showcased one shift after the another.
When the spectacle appeared to be over, she decided to shift back into her own skin. She stepped over the moss-covered rock behind which she'd been spying and sat on it. "Hi there," she chirped in a most innocuous tone, leaning forward, elbows resting on her knees, failing to resist the urge to scratch the bite marks on her neck. "That was quite a show."
She would often have to stop and rest in nooks along the way, but sleep didn't linger. So when Azure came upon Meadowreach, she didn't see fields of grass and emerging flowers, but a plump, jade bed. Landing gently between the flowerbeds, she felt a calm creeping. The morning sunlight covered her like a blanket as she listened to the softest breeze rustle the grass devoid of predators that would disturb the peace.
When she woke up, the sun was high in the sky and something big was rustling the grass not far from where she lay. But then, its steps became a lot smaller. Jumping up from her bed in stealthy, choppy leaps she sought out the source of the noise. That's when she saw it. A macaw ascending. She watched it dance in the air in unusual, aggressive patterns before it returned to the ground and became... a rather strange ram. Or was it a buck? Intrigued, she kept watching, head cocking in surprise when the attuned showcased one shift after the another.
When the spectacle appeared to be over, she decided to shift back into her own skin. She stepped over the moss-covered rock behind which she'd been spying and sat on it. "Hi there," she chirped in a most innocuous tone, leaning forward, elbows resting on her knees, failing to resist the urge to scratch the bite marks on her neck. "That was quite a show."
