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I don't understand what I see when I see it, sometimes. And that annoys the you-know-what out of me. My Mother had said that the truth in finding things out, is to do it yourself.

Sometimes, I didn't want to believe her. This time though, I didn't have to. I watch from the skies a mix of many races in which they are attempting to get a glowing thing from the ice. Must seem that a lot of them want it, so many are gathered here. She recognizes few, and seeing the snowy white-and black man again sent a shiver down her spine. Or maybe, it was just the cool air surrounding the area.

For a Tallsun day, it was a bit lighter on them all, which seemed like a blessing from the gods and whatnot, but really, it just felt nicer. A little sound from the bird on my head. A little chirp. Tweet. Something. I smile bright, it was one of her only sounds that she could make, but it was beautiful, drawn out in some sort of way that made it fantastically cute. I knew from the movement atop my forelock, she was going to do something...something grand. I smile bright as she shifts a little more, and then doesn't move for a few seconds, and I wonder if she was only settling down once again. No.

She pushed off with all her might, taking flight carefully, cautiously like me when I had first tried it out. Catching hold of the slight breeze, my little finch flitted towards the glacier, closer and closer to the light. "Don't get hurt!" I called to my little gal Wayne. But she was too smart for my warning, staying in one spot, though it seemed like it was a trouble, she started to peck, though before I knew it she was back on my forelock, breathing in...out...in...out. It must've felt good for her to get moving after the few days that had passed with none of it. Just sitting in my forelock.

I smile and say a few words of congratulations to her new flying ability, an assured and thankful grin upon her brow. I stand there now, examining the area one last time before taking a small risk. A mare on a floating rock, which I presume is magic's doing. A very beautiful fae-like thing. Though...she looked like a horse...beautiful butterfly's wings on her back. And I silently wonder if she has stolen them. But what I expect to get in return is: "she was born with them." Like I always have with questions like those, and I have taught myself to not wonder about their looks, but their personality. How they react to things and how they see things. It's all in the matter of that, and sometimes it's worth it not to see it from your own perspective. Scanning a little more, I see the boy from the cold, who claimed he was Neptune. He was being handed a horn by another. Cirrus flew above them, at the ready, and then, there was the lone man sticking his horns into the thing.

I take off, up to the top of the glacier, hoping I don't attract too much attention, I jump once, hoping to make a hole, twice, because this stuff is hard. I continue, though I don't know what I shall find. If death, wings will guide me into the sky and away like a breeze.

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[Light | Read another's mind when unlocked. OOC permission required.] :: [Restrictions | can predict outcome of attack or defense; reading minds requires permission in non battle threads]
Summery: She first surveys and then her companion zebra finch, Wayne, tries pecking at it. In the end she ends up standing at the top of the glacier and jumping. (xD)

when you are young, you just run
but you come back to what you need...