.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
01-17-2013, 11:42 PM
 |
|
The sun shines in gentle rays, setting my outstretched wings aflame in the hues of sunrise. I am gliding, far above the land, surely just a speck to those on the ground. It is warm, as Birdsong often is, and the day promises to be beautiful indeed. There isn't a cloud in the sky as yet, and a gentle breeze plays with my banner. I bank, turning a lazy half-circle, following the thermals that keep me afloat so easily. I have no real purpose, no intentions of going anywhere. I am simply flying for the joy of flying. My thoughts, however, are not nearly so graceful as my body: they are jumbled, each one clamoring for attention, claiming my focus for but a moment before a new one leaps into its place. Ah, if only I could simply put my brain to sleep, then I would truly be at peace - but this is not an ability that I have acquired. And so it continues. Note. Levi. Phaedra. Foals. Rowan. Cassiopeia. Learning. Drama. On and on and on it goes. If I could simply make my wandering mind understand that I would think of all of it if I could do it one at a time, perhaps my life would be easier. But, then, can I not force my thoughts to bend to my will? It is, after all, my mind! I concentrate, allowing my wings to drift into autopilot. They beat every now and then, keeping me afloat, but riding the thermals takes very little effort. Now then, I think. Who's first? Phaedra leaps to the forefront of my thoughts, and a soft smile crosses my maw. She and I are going to have more in common than we realize soon, I think. I remind myself to find her soon, to check on her, to be sure that she is safe and well - not only physically, but mentally as well. So, too, do I remind myself to seek out Levi (he is now the topic of my brain's scrutiny). Surely by now he and Phaedra have talked and, if I am correct, he is bound to be heartbroken. If he does not blame me for leading him wrong - of course, how was I to know the truth? - then he will certainly want a shoulder to lean on. He will be very hurt, I think. Note. My smile widens and an affectionate hum works its way free from my throat. My feelings for him grow ever stronger, and again I marvel at how well Phaedra had matched us. If she ever leaves the Grey, she should become a matchmaker. Note is probably training today, and so here I am, soaring through the skies, alone and at peace. I know that when I see him next, it will be magical, just as every time before has been. And, after all, our relationship is only growing. I tell myself to seek him out tonight. I do not want to go any longer without seeing him. Rowan is the next to come to mind. She is, perhaps, my closest friend, and yet I have not seen much of her in my brief time in the Throat. I frown, wondering where I might find her - I have so much to tell her, so much to fill her in on... My wings are beginning to tire, and I realize that the sun is well above the horizon now. I begin to fly in large circles, drifting lower and lower until I am able to land easily. I am in the Thistle Meadow, I believe, and I marvel at how far I have come during the course of organizing my thoughts. A soft laugh falls from my lips as I gaze around me. It is beautiful, in its own way, I suppose, just as every place is. And everyone, I remind myself. Yes, everyone holds their own beauty, even if it is not the generally accepted kind. I lower my maw, snatching up a few mouthfuls of grass. I am surprised by how truly lush it is, having expected it to be... drier. Ah, well. Live and learn. |
|
"Talk talk talk." |
| Sohalia Don't wanna leave this life knowing I barely tried... |
