Butterflies are self propelled flowers - Ellyse

[Ellyse]

i thought i lost you somewhere,
but you were never really ever there at all.

  Unremarkable.

  Her steady, doe eyes watch the faltering child from a distance - the gentle breeze of a waning summer caressing her skin and ruffling her thick plumage, which she holds so carefully and diligently at her small, lithe frame. Her wings are glorious in comparison, she muses to herself, pausing to admire their brilliant alabaster shine beneath the bleak, warm afternoon sunshine. She reaches her long, elegant neck out, delicately preening and primping her thick feathers, adoring their pristine sheen. A gentle breath of air escapes her lungs with a long, drawn out sigh of contentment. She is unadulterated perfection.

  She flexes her long, spindly legs before fluttering forward, drifting along the hillside with unusual grace. A haughty air exudes from her pores as she saunters over, each step light as she embraces the warm caress of an approaching autumn. She knew naught what was in store, but the changes found in each season invigorated her, inspired her, entranced her. She savored each sprig of new foliage, the shifting, rolling clouds and their sporadic, at times torrential downpours and the varied temperature changes. There was nothing that was not beautiful yet about the world - aside, perhaps, from those that inhabited it.

  An imperious smirk tugs at the young golden child's soft lips, the very same mischief reaching the core of her deep hazel eyes as she observed the cobalt-painted girl standing before her; her mood obviously soured by self-loathing thoughts as her delicate brow furrowed and her complacency spoke through her poor posture. "Pathetic," She murmurs simply with a deep, saturated tone that was unnatural for a girl of her age - but she spent much of her time mimicking others, and her own mother's sickly singsong tone annoyed her to no end. She refused to sound the same way. "can you even fly with those things? Hold your head upright; your back must be straight. Quit dragging."

  Her tone spoke volumes that her scathing words had not (yet). What is wrong with you?

Ellyse

bone-bending winged daughter           of speck and elysium.