For Tantalize

[Tantalize]

tantalize

infinity overhead

and i whisper, are you listening?

There are plenty of birds that flit throughout the jungle and many of them carry messages for the warriors that reside in their depths. It doesn’t happen too often but that day had been different. A dazzling male bird of paradise had appeared before her as she was once again stretching and strengthening her new wings. She has still not learned to fly and to be honest the anxiety of the task is eating at her. Everyday she practices with them, trying to get the feel of them. The large feathered appendages still feel strange to her, the way they brush against her sides and spread open when fully unveiled. But she stretches them, practices beating them. Preparing for the time when she will first take flight. The bird has come to mock her she thinks. It’s song is high and fast so she glares at it with golden eyes and flares her nostrils at it. But then the silver jaguar spirit had appeared and lounged behind the bird. So she gave it another go and this time a name and a place appeared in her head. How very odd.

Today she stands in the Meadow with her wings outstretched at her side, jaguar spots shining in the dewy light of day. Waiting for the face that would come with the name. There are many here which is probably for the best as it seems that she is being sought out for some reason of desperation. She usually comes to this place anyway but it’s the first time she’s been here with the gift the kingdom had bestowed upon her. Hopefully Demian wouldn’t see her and think she had gone completely fan girl/stalker on him. First the spots, then the wings. Though in fairness, she had always had the spots first.

A pale mare stands not far from her with a strained look on her face. It’s from her lips that the jaguar mare’s name falls and her golden iris’s contract slightly as she focuses on her. With wings still unfurled (for she has forgotten they are still outstretched) she approaches the other, her expression blank. ”I am she. Why have you called for me?” There is real curiosity that tinges her voice for why would anyone seek out the fallen Khaleesi? She wasn’t much to anyone besides the present sisters in the jungle who still saw something in their fallen ruler. As she takes in a deep breathe, inhaling deeply, something flickers across the features of her face. A scent she recognizes. It’s a more narrowed and suspicious look that she casts on the young mare now as the name spits forth from her in a low growl. ”What does Gryffen want with me?”