hypnotized; mesmerized. » siberian

[Misra]

have i been lost? inside myself and my own mind
hypnotized; mesmerized by what my eyes have seen

  She falls into a rhythmic pattern of fluffing and reorganizing her feathers, idly glancing to the peculiar creature mere feet from her. She follows the faint lines of his too-short muzzle, his rounded, beaded black nose and his dark eyes - she also sees the hard lines of his face softened, and he is relaxed. She, too, has become relaxed in his presence, and no longer fears. Casting a wayward glance to her hindquarters, the scratch is minor and the flow of red has single coagulated, leaving behind a reddened encasing. He begins to speak again, and once more her doe eyes meet his own.

  A gentle wafting breeze carries up over the cliff from the depths of the cove, washing them in its icy chill as night falls and she spreads the length of her wings over her petite form to try to keep it out. She is too far from home now to find shelter in its sloping caves, and so she settles amidst the brush for a long moment. She pauses to look at him in all of his massive, ursine glory, watching as the gears begins to shift inside of his mind. She returns his smile tiredly, her head tilted just slightly to the left as she listens. He is within his own capacity now, and the fear has melted away - she no longer feels he is any kind of a threat; not with such a deep realization settling into his bones.

  He seems to focus on something deeper and further away than the very moment they are in, and she takes this moment to stand and move closer to him. His warmth is undeniably alluring, and guilt has begun to settle within the depths of her heart. She had reacted poorly, and with good reason, but had little reason now to hold any sort of a grudge. She settled beside him, the curve of her hip briefly touching his leg as she nestles against him and cradles her wing over her petite body once more. She settles her cheek down onto his broad paw, staring briefly at the very talons that had struck at her hours before, before closing her eyes. Her lashes fall across her cheek as she sighs and breathes deeply, comfortably cuddled up against the massive predator beside her.

  ".. if you say so, Siberian .. but if you ask me? You have always had it in you. You just have to believe that."

  And with that, the small child - who has settled between her youth and womanhood - dozes off, slipping away into a gentle sleep.

Misra

immortal winged child of silver cove