09-23-2020, 12:25 AM
— just let me hold you while you're falling apart,
just let me hold you and we'll both fall down —
just let me hold you and we'll both fall down —
She knows she should not, but she cannot help but to laugh a little at him. She tries to mask the sound, but her amusement still shows plainly in the smile on her face. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you.” Her head tips sideways, as though it might allow her to get a better look at him from that angle. He’s handsome – even upside down and clearly in an uncomfortable position. It makes her cheeks feel noticeably warm, as she is suddenly overly aware of everything about her – the tangles in her mane, her soft but plain coloring, her unremarkable eyes. She probably looks better like that, all upside-down and not really in focus.
“Walking quietly is one of my strongest skills,” she says, light and teasing. “It’s how I find guys hanging from trees, before they can fly away.”
Her jesting tone fades at his story, and she glances up worriedly, beyond him. She can see, then, the face of the cliff that rises up from behind the trees. She looks back at him, her face one of confusion but still suitably amused. “I want to ask you why you didn’t just fly after leaping off the ledge, but I know that isn’t going to solve your current problem.” She walks a half-circle around him, staring intently at the way his wing is wedged between the branches. “I think I might be able to get you out though…” Her voice trails off thoughtfully, still looking upwards before her own wings spread for balance just as she rocks herself back. She is just tall enough to reach close near the top of his wing and, grasping it gently as she can manage, pulls it free of where it had been caught.
She winces at the feathers that pull loose and flutter to land near her front hooves that have just touched the ground again, grimacing apologetically. “I tried to be careful,” she says with a timid, unsure smile, stepping back to allow him room to stand. Her own wings pull tightly against her sides, the strange feeling of heat again washing over her as she says in a nervous rush, “My name is Keepsake.”
“Walking quietly is one of my strongest skills,” she says, light and teasing. “It’s how I find guys hanging from trees, before they can fly away.”
Her jesting tone fades at his story, and she glances up worriedly, beyond him. She can see, then, the face of the cliff that rises up from behind the trees. She looks back at him, her face one of confusion but still suitably amused. “I want to ask you why you didn’t just fly after leaping off the ledge, but I know that isn’t going to solve your current problem.” She walks a half-circle around him, staring intently at the way his wing is wedged between the branches. “I think I might be able to get you out though…” Her voice trails off thoughtfully, still looking upwards before her own wings spread for balance just as she rocks herself back. She is just tall enough to reach close near the top of his wing and, grasping it gently as she can manage, pulls it free of where it had been caught.
She winces at the feathers that pull loose and flutter to land near her front hooves that have just touched the ground again, grimacing apologetically. “I tried to be careful,” she says with a timid, unsure smile, stepping back to allow him room to stand. Her own wings pull tightly against her sides, the strange feeling of heat again washing over her as she says in a nervous rush, “My name is Keepsake.”
Keepsake
