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 Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 6:03 pm
"Because wings are--pardon the pun--flighty things, unless they are the so-noble wings like you have. Quite loyal wings, yours. Mine think they can find better backs elsewhere. And perhaps they can," he acknowledges, a sly and quite subtle compliment.
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Posted: Sun Jun 06, 2010 6:40 pm
The doe smiled at Swan.
"Yours can come visit mine anytime, then you'll know exactly where to find them!"
However... she wouldn't know exactly where she was.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 8:19 pm
"Maybe they will," he laughs. "I'll wake up refreshingly light on my feet and unencumbered and off they'll go, to find you--somewhere. Do you have a place you can call home? You can whisper the directions to them if you like. I won't listen." He stretches out a wing for her to do so, quite solemn-faced.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 8:29 pm
She imagined Swan would feel rather off-balance if he were to become without his wings, but she nuzzled up against his outstretched wing in her face. She wish she had a place to tell them so they could visit but if she couldn't find it, how could they!
"I wish I had a home to tell you," she said to the wings, solemnly. "I haven't had a home in many moons."
She titled her head a bit, directed half way between Swan and the wings, "Do you like your home?" Unsure of whether she was asking the wings or Swan.
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 8:33 pm
"The wings don't," Swan answers, apparently aware of her uncertainty, or perhaps simply making an attempt at being witty. "I do. Would you like to come in?" He tosses his head towards the serene little pool behind him, towards the giant mangrove roots that afford a number of platforms for lounging, towards a cluster of hollow turtleshells and logs floating beneath the spindly roots of a younger tree, heaped with over-ripe fruits and trinkets, the offerings of an affectionate following. "I am sometimes jealous of anyone who has the freedom to go and wander--visiting birds like yourself, or my own wings. I am myself a bit tethered, much as I love this place."
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Posted: Wed Jun 09, 2010 8:42 pm
Forgotten Feathers giggled. Swan was so silly, they must love Swan, being with him so!
She looked around, and then at Swan. His home was beautiful. She took a step forward, wobbling lightly on her legs. "I would take much pleasure in it!" She took careful steps, glancing around her and then to Swan. "I am sometimes jealous of anyone who has a place to call him, a place to come back to at the end of the day, a place waiting for them to come back! I can never find my way back."
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 7:12 pm
"You're welcome," he says, "to follow my feathers back here any time you like." Nudging her towards a floating turtleshell heaped with soft-ripe apples, he adds: "Join me for dinner?"
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Posted: Wed Jun 16, 2010 7:30 pm
The doe politefully nodded her head. She was honored that her new found friend was willing to offer her an invitation to return. "I will try my best to follow the wind back here," she said softly, moving towards the turtleshell he pointed to. The soft-ripe apples very appealing for her empty stomach.
"I would be delighted," the goose said as she looked to the swan, smiling as the wind blew softly around them.
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