When someone disliked a thing it seemed the often said it was 'for the birds'. As if the birds deserved whatever the unwanted thing was. 'This babysitting thing is for the birds'. 'These apples are for the birds'. Korev snorted, irritated with the situation and now also irritated with his thoughts. How ironic, then, was it to think that all this walking was 'for the birds'? Because, obviously, the birds weren't the ones who were stuck doing the walking. They could, and did, fly where they pleased. Just as he had, until- Not worth thinking about. It had been a bit stupid but no one was dead, he had been the only one in danger of actually coming close to it, and so everyone could just move on now. Thanks. Thanks a lot.
That everything hurt might have been a valid reason for him to stay. She had wanted him to. Had insisted upon it the first dozen times he tried to get up and leave, to keep moving. She'd threatened to sit on him too, and that would only have made everything worse. The mare was a huge one, and the idea of her weight pressing on his sore wings, or his sore ribs, or his sore anything else was most definitely cringe worthy. Not to mention completely and utterly humiliating. Sunny meant well. And he appreciated it, because so few soquili seemed to bother with that sort of thing these days. But enough was enough. There came a point where he couldn't stand to lay around any longer. Which, now that the thought had occurred, made about as much sense as complaining that walking was 'for the birds'.
Who came up with all these stupid sayings anyway? And how did the dumbest ones seem to be what caught on? Or were these actually the best ones, and the really bad ones just didn't even bear contemplating because they were so very terrible? What could be less intelligent than 'happy as a clam' he wasn't sure, he'd never seen a clam exhibit any degree of emotion whatsoever, but it didn't bear thinking about.
So why was he thinking about it? Probably because all that 'resting' and 'healing' left him with nothing to do but think. He didn't want to sit around with nothing but his thoughts. He didn't want his thoughts, especially with what they were currently engaged in. It was better to move on. To move on and keep moving and eventually... eventually... Well, eventually something would happen, because something always did, and it was better to walk right up and meet whatever it was than turning fluffy stubby little tail and fleeing.
Which was why he was here, in the middle of who knew where, trying to pretend he wasn't thinking that maybe Sunny had been right about him waiting a bit longer. His wings would heal, so long as he left them folded like they'd been placed didn't jostle them too much. His ribs would heal, they were just sore. And his scratches, they were almost healed. Magic could do wonders, and he didn't want to hear that he was lucky she'd been able to find someone to help. He didn't want to need help. He also didn't want to be tired and sore and limping stubbornly through the stupid random place wherever this was, but he was doing that. At least, he thought stubbornly to himself, it beat sitting around and thinking. Anything was better than that.
