avian incognito

Once there might have been words of encouragement. A silent mental melody for the songbird to follow. They might have soared as high as she could, resting on the large bird when it became too much. Remi might have shown her how to find the thermals, showed her other tricks about banking on the wind and how to abruptly stop. What he did instead, was begin to glide up towards the sun. Now you know how. Try not to get yourself eaten, or worse while you're here That was about all the kindness the alchemist had left in him at this point, though perhaps in the coming weeks things would change. Or, with the arrival of Seren, perhaps not. Higher and higher until he was naught but a speck against the blue above, Remi left the songbird to her own devices. ~FIN REMI I wish I could discover something that doesn't expire