09-11-2016, 12:43 AM
I pretend to close my eyes;
I pretend I'm burning bright.
I pretend I'm burning bright.
It doesn’t take long before a new friend is standing beside me, gasping and admiring my pretty new wings. I can’t blame her, either. They’re big and feathery and lovely, all black with red-tipped feathers, and they go very nicely with my black fur and red hair. “Oh, thank you! They’re pretty new,” I answer, glancing over my shoulder and flaring them out to get a better look. “I’m still getting used to them. But they’ve grown on me now that I’ve tried them out a few times! Flying is great fun!” Even if I’m still a little clumsy at it.
“They grew when I came down the Mountain. Same time as my fire went away, and the whole world got colder. I still miss the fire. It’s so cozy and warm, and it used to wrap itself around me and cuddle close when I got chilly. Now I have to find someone warm to snuggle with when I’m cold instead, and that is not always easy or even possible.” And then I pause and glance at my new friend, wondering if it’s too soon to sidle up next to her and find out if she is cozy and warm like my two very bestest good friends are.
Probably too soon.
With a bit of a sigh, I manage to restrain myself from curling my body against hers and just look her over instead. Her pretty fur matches the colors the world is right now, all shades of winter grey, but it looks much warmer than the snow and the icy cold air. And then I remember my manners, or at least one of them, and introduce myself. “Oh, my name’s Lilitha. Who’re you?”
“They grew when I came down the Mountain. Same time as my fire went away, and the whole world got colder. I still miss the fire. It’s so cozy and warm, and it used to wrap itself around me and cuddle close when I got chilly. Now I have to find someone warm to snuggle with when I’m cold instead, and that is not always easy or even possible.” And then I pause and glance at my new friend, wondering if it’s too soon to sidle up next to her and find out if she is cozy and warm like my two very bestest good friends are.
Probably too soon.
With a bit of a sigh, I manage to restrain myself from curling my body against hers and just look her over instead. Her pretty fur matches the colors the world is right now, all shades of winter grey, but it looks much warmer than the snow and the icy cold air. And then I remember my manners, or at least one of them, and introduce myself. “Oh, my name’s Lilitha. Who’re you?”
Lilitha