hypnotized; mesmerized. » kirin

[Misra]

have i been lost? inside myself and my own mind
hypnotized; mesmerized by what my eyes have seen

     She can hardly contain the giddiness that bubbles up within her - Kirin, to herself? It was nearly unheard of, and almost an impossibility. He was always within the company of others, many of which crooned over him and preened his feathers meticulously (both figuratively and literally), fawning over him in such a manner that she soon felt drawn to behaving similarly. He seemed so pleased by their doting affections, and she wanted nothing more than to please him. Though she had grown accustomed to the many unique personas that made up the tight bindings of family within the Cove, she pined most for his attentions, for he was most kind to her.

     It was his charm and sultry allure (masked as kindness, though soon she would see the mischief in his eye and know his touch intimately - time flies, after all) that often drew her in, and the opportunity to spend time at his side never went unwanted nor amiss with her. She brushed her cheek against the crest of his lavender wing, lips gently primping and preening his soft, almost downy lilac feathers. They tickled along the nape of her neck and she cradled closer to him, absorbing his warmth, savoring his comfort. It was not often that she had someone to nestle with .. not since her Mother had gone away.

     A pang of loneliness struck a cord deep within as her mind thought back to Oswyn, her birth-giver. She had left her with a genuine goodbye and a sincere press of her lips to her cheek, but she had not known then what it meant to say goodbye. She had not seen her since, though her heart pined for her. She was soon expected to rely on others, none of which she had known. It had been a struggle - there were jealous females who often tugged or plucked painfully at her developing wings, or brutally shoved her away after she'd shared any similar moment with Kirin.

     She still did not understand why they behaved so - she was always quiet, always polite, and yet their envious eyes burned with loathing. One day she would understand, but for today, the only thing she knew was of Kirin's gentle, soothing words and the way he looked deeply into her doe-eyes, reassuring her with solace and tenderness.

     "I like spending time with you, Kirin," She coos innocently, nestling her cheek against his breastplate before she bounds forward (albeit a little clumsy - she is still young, after all), wandering towards a nearby cave system as the wind slides up between her feathers, ruffling them in the icy ocean breeze. She casts a glance back towards him as she enters the sheltering wing of the cave, her growing tuft of obsidian tresses at the base of her rump swinging to and fro with the wind as she contentedly waits for him. "Everyone does."

Misra

immortal winged child of silver cove