i am the mace, the map, the fall and the high
There are legions of creatures that skitter and scurry and flutter through the trees and underbrush. They lie in wait, both seen and unseen. And any one of them could be Reave’s eyes, an unexpected visitor peering invisibly through. It is a skill that requires a great deal of practice, of fine-tuning. The creatures are easy enough, though the more intelligent they grow, the more difficult it becomes. But they are all just a little bit different, picking up things one would never expect, seeing greater or fewer colors than he could ever hope.
It is dizzying.
Such a useful skill does not deserve to lie unused however, and so today Reave had found himself skirting the edges of the meadow and the field, practicing. Peering. Seeking. And finding.
He finds her and is immediately intrigued. To the swallow’s eyes, she talks only to herself, muttering in exasperation that she will be careful. It’s easy to ignore the boring, bland individuals that so often putter through here, but she is far from that.
When she steps from the trees, Reave is resting idly at the edges of the expansive field, bright blue gaze drifting curiously over her. She is lovely with her inky dark spots and her striking gold eyes, wings tucked against her sides. Reave on the other hand is far less so. Oh, he would be handsome enough were it not for the bones that break so harshly through the red and white of his skin. Their glow is muted in the brightness of the day, but still shining against the gleaming red of his coat. Against the blood that had dried as it trickled from where bone warred with skin.
When he moves forward to intercept her, it cracks anew.
The few spare moments he had spent watching her had not been idle ones. No, he had spent them watching the play of her memories in the emotions her excursion to the field brought. The curious creature visible only to her eye.
As he closes the distance, he hears faintly the question she asks to no one in particular. When he comes close enough they could conversate comfortably, he answers. “Because the horrible things never announce themselves.” A grin begins to curl the corners of his lips as he watches her, coming to a halt a short distance away. “I don’t think you’d enjoy meeting them though.”
reave
@[Nereza]