12-13-2016, 09:07 PM
Ruan
Heda cradled comfortably beneath a feathered limb, tucked in her cocoon of safety. He couldn't help but to touch her with sweet velvet, blowing gently on her neck with the intent to pacify her, ease her nerves. But it wasn't long before she was bounding out in excitement with a "thank you," basking in the pale girl's compliments. He smiled at her infectious moods, turning his gaze to the other once again.
Illae. It was a beautiful name, soft and delicate. She was like an ivory lace hung to dry, billowing in the wind and clinging to her lifeline for the sole reason that she knew how to. Life passed her by, beneath her perch as she went unnoticed and possibly forgotten. In her reply, she hesitated. Her porcelain creased and cracked, showing the hollowness within.
"I don't want to be lost anymore. I don't want to become what I'm becoming"
He ached to soothe her, drape a protective wing across her back and steady her. Instead, he stilled, concern pinching his brows as he carefully bent to touch his muzzle to hers gently. Reassurance. Kindness. He was the Heart of the Taiga, and it showed through his tenderness for those in his care, under his protection. She wasn't one of those, but she could be if she wished it.
Heda followed his thoughts and invited her to come home with them. He smiled, throwing a wing over her again and pulling her close. Bright little girl.
Yes, Illae. If you like, you may come home with us. To stay, or only visit if you'd rather. We are from the Taiga, a large expanse of forest. Would you like to see it? he asked, thinking of how the sunlight riddles through the canopy in soft beams of light, flaring to life across little Heda's golden coat. It was the perfect home for him, the wild one who ran with wolves.
Illae. It was a beautiful name, soft and delicate. She was like an ivory lace hung to dry, billowing in the wind and clinging to her lifeline for the sole reason that she knew how to. Life passed her by, beneath her perch as she went unnoticed and possibly forgotten. In her reply, she hesitated. Her porcelain creased and cracked, showing the hollowness within.
"I don't want to be lost anymore. I don't want to become what I'm becoming"
He ached to soothe her, drape a protective wing across her back and steady her. Instead, he stilled, concern pinching his brows as he carefully bent to touch his muzzle to hers gently. Reassurance. Kindness. He was the Heart of the Taiga, and it showed through his tenderness for those in his care, under his protection. She wasn't one of those, but she could be if she wished it.
Heda followed his thoughts and invited her to come home with them. He smiled, throwing a wing over her again and pulling her close. Bright little girl.
Yes, Illae. If you like, you may come home with us. To stay, or only visit if you'd rather. We are from the Taiga, a large expanse of forest. Would you like to see it? he asked, thinking of how the sunlight riddles through the canopy in soft beams of light, flaring to life across little Heda's golden coat. It was the perfect home for him, the wild one who ran with wolves.
