Her eyes glide over the meadow, the soft song of birds cooing beyond her reach. She stands independently, with a soft breeze lightly lifting the long thick feathers creating her mane and airing beneath her wings.
So little, she is. Little but fierce. Her body is lanky and petite, still developing into a women yet her personality is so bold. Too loud for a body so restricting. She is caged and held like a giant in a human cell, her mind so overbearing that soon she will begin oozing between cell doors until the entire infrastructure crumbles beneath the force.
Her heart is pounding—with a painful but persistent boom with every beat—because she fears she might see her mom. It wasn’t so long ago, her being nestled between the comfort of her mother’s neck, hugged close against her shoulder. Her body hadn’t reached beyond her leg, hidden almost instantly within her mother’s black coat. Had it not been for the light blue tint developing with Brine’s age, she could have disappeared into her mother’s body altogether.
Back then when Brine thought their relationship would be forever, back before she got lost in a hail storm and… well, no more being huddled within protection.
Feathers ruffle as she internally motivates herself to move, an action that lately required too much thought and negotiation. Her left talon breaks the bond first, and of course the rest of her blue roaned frame is now expected to follow. Breaking through softly landed snow is easy, despite how her legs sink in to her knee.
Winter had always been her favorite. How trees look like iced sugar in the morning, and how crystal-like icicles draped down from hanging surfaces in beautiful decoration. How the sky seemed to either be a florescent blue or a calming serene grey, and the feeling of snowflakes softly landing on the bridge of one’s nose.
Her eyes land on a shadowed area along the treeline, and instinctively she meanders over. The blackness indulges her like dinner, hiding her feathered body within the safety of it’s reach. Much like her mother; the blackness providing security.
So little, she is. Little but fierce. Her body is lanky and petite, still developing into a women yet her personality is so bold. Too loud for a body so restricting. She is caged and held like a giant in a human cell, her mind so overbearing that soon she will begin oozing between cell doors until the entire infrastructure crumbles beneath the force.
Her heart is pounding—with a painful but persistent boom with every beat—because she fears she might see her mom. It wasn’t so long ago, her being nestled between the comfort of her mother’s neck, hugged close against her shoulder. Her body hadn’t reached beyond her leg, hidden almost instantly within her mother’s black coat. Had it not been for the light blue tint developing with Brine’s age, she could have disappeared into her mother’s body altogether.
Back then when Brine thought their relationship would be forever, back before she got lost in a hail storm and… well, no more being huddled within protection.
Feathers ruffle as she internally motivates herself to move, an action that lately required too much thought and negotiation. Her left talon breaks the bond first, and of course the rest of her blue roaned frame is now expected to follow. Breaking through softly landed snow is easy, despite how her legs sink in to her knee.
Winter had always been her favorite. How trees look like iced sugar in the morning, and how crystal-like icicles draped down from hanging surfaces in beautiful decoration. How the sky seemed to either be a florescent blue or a calming serene grey, and the feeling of snowflakes softly landing on the bridge of one’s nose.
Her eyes land on a shadowed area along the treeline, and instinctively she meanders over. The blackness indulges her like dinner, hiding her feathered body within the safety of it’s reach. Much like her mother; the blackness providing security.
B r i n e
@[Laura]