It was a lovely day, the sky a pristine shade of blue, a slight breeze in the air, and grass tall enough to sway in the wind. Harmony smiled, appreciative of the good weather. It had been so cold lately, and she was more than grateful to have a warmer turn in the weather. Even though it was still quite chilly, it was warm enough that she didn't shiver in her fur. She wandered through the fields of grass, oblivious to anything but the glorious nature surrounding her. She wondered if anyone else had had the good fortune of discovering the beauty of the day, like she had done. She sighed as she turned her eyes towards the clear sky. More than ever, she wished she could take to the skies like her siblings.
With that thought, all the weight of being different settled on her shoulders. She, once again was confronted with the question of why. Why didn't her father inherit the glorious Angeni wings of her grandmother? Why didn't she inherit her mother's beautiful Wind wings? She felt so alone. She possessed the soaring spirit of flight, but without the wings to take her into the heights her soul was obsessed with.
She sighed, unanswerable questions and thoughts running around and around inside her mind. She knew it was unwise to dwell on such things, but she couldn't seem to help herself. "I borrowed a feather of your soul...borrowed it and kept it safe." It was a phrase her father said to her, a sad smile on his face, and one she said now, her smile mirroring his. He had told her that maybe someone had simply borrowed their feathers, and that someday they would get them back.
Harmony didn't know if it were true...but it was her only hope, or so she thought.
