It turned out that a nice, quiet little cave was not the right place for Kali to go to have herself a think. To ponder and puzzle and not worry, because Khari told her not to worry, but to certainly at least consider everything that had happened and what it all meant. Her happy little cave was too dark and too closed in and too quiet, and not at all the right place for this particular pondering.
Restless and struggling to find a bit of her usual chipper contentment, Kali climbed to the highest spot in Ischia, a craggy bit toward the middle with a nice cliff she could stand on and look out over the ocean. Feel the wind in her hair, and remember what Khari said the wind felt like on his wings when it was blowing.
The wind was blowing today. Up here, at least, it tangled in her hair, swirled across her skin, flowing over her and washing away the lingering uncomfortable itchiness that had settled beneath her skin and left her...confused. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder if that really was what it felt like to have wings. The whisper of breath along her skin making the whole world narrow down to one spot, one moment.
He said not to worry about it. That it wouldn’t happen again, or at least he’d try not to. But it was hard not to think about it, hard not to wonder. She’d have to decide if it was a good secret or a bad one, or that was what he’d said before he’d changed his mind. Kali’s brow furrowed, and she stared out at the sea, breathing in the salty air and trying to find that happy, peaceful feeling she’d felt not so very long ago.
Now it was all tangled up and confused, all nervous, anxious knots in her stomach.
“Hey, little miss.”
Kali’s head jerked toward the sound, eyes wide and heart jumping. “Oh! Hi, bigger miss!” She smiled and tucked herself up against Roma’s side, resting her head against her friend’s neck. “I didn’t see you there. You must’ve been particularly sneaky, huh?” Or she’d been particularly distracted, but the other one sounded better. “Hey, Roma?” Kali peeked up at her, her brow still wrinkled with thought. “Your wings are pretty. Are they brand new, or did they just hide better before?”
Restless and struggling to find a bit of her usual chipper contentment, Kali climbed to the highest spot in Ischia, a craggy bit toward the middle with a nice cliff she could stand on and look out over the ocean. Feel the wind in her hair, and remember what Khari said the wind felt like on his wings when it was blowing.
The wind was blowing today. Up here, at least, it tangled in her hair, swirled across her skin, flowing over her and washing away the lingering uncomfortable itchiness that had settled beneath her skin and left her...confused. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder if that really was what it felt like to have wings. The whisper of breath along her skin making the whole world narrow down to one spot, one moment.
He said not to worry about it. That it wouldn’t happen again, or at least he’d try not to. But it was hard not to think about it, hard not to wonder. She’d have to decide if it was a good secret or a bad one, or that was what he’d said before he’d changed his mind. Kali’s brow furrowed, and she stared out at the sea, breathing in the salty air and trying to find that happy, peaceful feeling she’d felt not so very long ago.
Now it was all tangled up and confused, all nervous, anxious knots in her stomach.
“Hey, little miss.”
Kali’s head jerked toward the sound, eyes wide and heart jumping. “Oh! Hi, bigger miss!” She smiled and tucked herself up against Roma’s side, resting her head against her friend’s neck. “I didn’t see you there. You must’ve been particularly sneaky, huh?” Or she’d been particularly distracted, but the other one sounded better. “Hey, Roma?” Kali peeked up at her, her brow still wrinkled with thought. “Your wings are pretty. Are they brand new, or did they just hide better before?”
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