A soft flutter in my heart

[Memorie]

one lives in hope of becoming a memory

In an attempt to avoid the worry and confusion surrounding my mother and father, I find myself high in the sky today, concentrating on flying. My wings are unsteady in the high altitudes still, but I figure it is good practice, so I circle the clouds a few times, getting the hang of them. They were late blooms, unlike Cheri’s, who’s started to appear very early on in our youth, and I was only just starting to actually use them aside from a few minor hops over streams and gullies and such.

It feels nice to be among the clouds, but also a bit chilly, so I thrust my wings down so that my body lurches upwards for a time until my slim figure bursts above the clouds where the sun shines bright. It is only marginally warmer up here than it was within the clouds, so I wouldn’t be able to sustain this for long, but the view is spectacular. Worth the cold that digs deep into my bones.

Within minutes, however, I am growing too cold. So cold, in fact, that I am finding it increasingly difficult to use my wings. Fearing what could happen, I tuck them neatly to my side and nose dive back through the clouds. It takes a matter of seconds to burst through the bottom of the clouds, which aren’t terribly high off the ground, either, and within a few more seconds, I have covered nearly all the space between the clouds and the ground.

You know how you shouldn’t push it when you’re getting used to new experiences? Well, this is one of those times I shouldn’t have pushed myself, but I did anyway. As I throw my wings out to catch the wind and steady myself before I crashed into the ground, I find myself completely unsteady. My wings are still stiff and weak from the cold, and I had never actually tried a nose dive before, so stopping myself in the air was proving a lot harder than I expected. When the wind catches beneath my glowing, blue wings, it catches unevenly, more so under the right wing than the left, which causes me to tilt dangerously to the left, and then, in my attempt to correct this, I overcorrect myself and tumble to the right.

Of course, this was all very close to the ground, so as I twist and turn violently in the air, I am also rushing down to meet the ground, and by this time, it was unwise to try to correct myself again, so, lest I crush my wing beneath me, I throw them in to my sides just before slamming into the ground on my shoulder. I withhold the pained yelp that threatens to burst through my lips.

For a moment, I lay motionless on the ground, the wind knocked from my lungs, and my body stunned. Then the wind rushes back into my lungs, and a sharp pain rocks my chest. With a groan, I force myself to roll to my side, grimacing as I do so. “That’s gonna hurt tomorrow…” I moan, then I shove my weight beneath me and lift off the ground. I shake out my wings, still wincing through the pain in my shoulder.

I look around. I recognize the flora here. This is the Forest. But it is slightly different area than those I’d been to here. Colder. More menacing. Uncomfortable, I feel out the plant life. It feels…angry. Not wanting to anger it anymore, I begin to hobble my way in a direction I think would lead me home. The pain in my shoulder is sharp and obvious, and I have to stop periodically to rest. At one point, I stop beneath a wide elm tree. Its bark is pale, and its branches grow wild above me. I imagine what it would be like to climb the tree, but of course, that’s not possible. Still, I allow myself to get lost in the daydream.

Memorie

Image by Calcifer

@[Lillia]