I'm just an angel that's fallen from grace
Their time at the lake was fun. He and Kylin got to race across the water like the God-gifted angels they were. So beautiful. And he loved stretching his wings as he ran, letting the gusts stir up the water beneath him to a mess of waves and splashes that his feet disappeared into as he ran completely unhindered across it as if it were any other surface. It looked so cool. He thought Kylin maybe liked it too, which only made him want to do it more.
But mousey-brown mother called for them and it was the end of their vacation. He'd be sad to see it go, but he missed home. Plus there was tons of water at home too! In the island and surrounding it. Plenty to play... on.
He walked side-by-side with his beautiful twin, pressed up against her comfortably as they took a path above the water where only they could go. It was rare that they went anywhere without the other. His velvet nose swept across her neck, tapped at that soft place behind her jaw that smelled so strongly of her scent. She reached for him too, touched his shoulder and warmed him through. His wing draped over her back so it wouldn't keep him from being even closer. She was used to its weight over her, used to him clinging so closely. And they stayed that way through the whole journey.
And as he poured his quiet affection onto her, he stole glances of the world around them. He took note of the lush, green mountains they were leaving behind and did his best to convey them to sweet little Kali, still calling mother's belly her home. He was the only one that could speak to her, and she was a secret he loved keeping. Once, he thought he might tell Kylin, but eventually decided against it. He didn't want her to worry that she would ever lose him, always here at her side. Even if he did ache to share the name he'd given Kali, as perfect and beautiful as their own.
So he kept it quiet for now. And did his best to silently paint their surroundings for Kali, sending his thoughts to her as he clung so tightly to Kylin. Tried to describe the songs the birds chirped, their colors, the movement of the ocean as they finally neared home, and oh! The look of father as he waited for them!
His eyes lit up and he catapulted himself to him, wings flapping in haphazard excitement. He crashed into the strength of that shiny-shimmery body, crushed himself against him with the impossibly unyielding worship of a boy for his father. Dad was perfect; he'd be perfect one day too. They were all so beautiful, just like him. He beamed up at him without a word, driven speechless in all his excitement, thoughts too swift to catch long enough to repeat, aloud or otherwise.
But naturally his attention returned to Kylin and he drifted back to her side, settled himself against her again with a sweep of his nose to her cheek. Hi, he whispered with a smile, letting everything else fall away for a moment. Mother spoke and he turned back, dismayed. She was leaving again? Oh no, and she was taking father with her! He moved to Reilly's sturdy side and pressed into him, wiping a silent tear against him to hide its passing down his cheek.
Why can't we go with them, Reilly? When will they be back?
