07-01-2017, 07:20 AM
“I like them. Do you? What do they feel like? Is it weird having wings when you didn’t before? A good kind of weird, or a confusing kind of weird that sort of sits in your belly and feels all tangled and heavy? Or maybe sometimes both? Like really nice but also a little uncomfortable? Because they’re this piece of you you didn’t have before? That must be so strange, but flying seems lovely and Khari says wings feel really nice.”
Whatever it was that was bothering her was something new. I wasn’t sure if I much cared for the heavy feeling that settled low in my stomach as she talked. I understood that growing up could be strange and scary and weird, but I don’t ever much remember describing something like that to either of my parents. I am sure I must have at one point, because I know what the different emotions are. I know how to deal with them, but the way that she says it. The way that she even says her brother’s name makes all of my instincts come to attention. But I know nothing, I don’t know what’s going on in her head or what might have happened.
The thought of her brother having something to do with any of what she was feeling made me instantly deny it. Brothers didn’t do things that made you uncomfortable. They protected you, kept you safe. They kept the rest of the world away so that you only knew the good, or at least, as well as they were able to. They were your best friend and your best guardian in a world that was sometimes far too cruel.
They never added to it.
“It feels…different.” I tilt my head slightly as I attempt to untangle my sudden mixed feelings. I work around the heaviness that settled in the bottom of my stomach and try to remember more of what I had felt when I had been bestowed with permanent wings. “See, I used to be able to use wings a long while ago, before the world went crazy and all the magic was sucked back into the Mountain.” I turn my eyes in the direction that the mountain was and sigh softly. “I had a shifting ability that was an animal with wings and so I could use them. But then I lost it and I learned to be okay without it. I never thought much about it again.” So I turn my eyes back to hers. “So it’s different having them all the time, but not bad. It’s kind of nice, once I remember how to use them the way I used to.” I say with a grin, my lips touching her forehead.
She reaches up with a snort to bump the bottom of my face and I smile a small smile as she starts to joke. Her shoulder bumping against my own as she jests. I roll my eyes and snort in amusement. However I don’t stop giving her that quiet steady look that Grandda used all the time. She shrugged slightly. “That’s true. You are growing and changing, new things are going to make you feel new ways. It can be a mess, but you don’t have to think about it alone.” I smile a bit. “Sure. I’ll tell you mine if you will tell me yours.” I say after a moment. “I’ll even tell you some of mine first, if you want.”
Whatever it was that was bothering her was something new. I wasn’t sure if I much cared for the heavy feeling that settled low in my stomach as she talked. I understood that growing up could be strange and scary and weird, but I don’t ever much remember describing something like that to either of my parents. I am sure I must have at one point, because I know what the different emotions are. I know how to deal with them, but the way that she says it. The way that she even says her brother’s name makes all of my instincts come to attention. But I know nothing, I don’t know what’s going on in her head or what might have happened.
The thought of her brother having something to do with any of what she was feeling made me instantly deny it. Brothers didn’t do things that made you uncomfortable. They protected you, kept you safe. They kept the rest of the world away so that you only knew the good, or at least, as well as they were able to. They were your best friend and your best guardian in a world that was sometimes far too cruel.
They never added to it.
“It feels…different.” I tilt my head slightly as I attempt to untangle my sudden mixed feelings. I work around the heaviness that settled in the bottom of my stomach and try to remember more of what I had felt when I had been bestowed with permanent wings. “See, I used to be able to use wings a long while ago, before the world went crazy and all the magic was sucked back into the Mountain.” I turn my eyes in the direction that the mountain was and sigh softly. “I had a shifting ability that was an animal with wings and so I could use them. But then I lost it and I learned to be okay without it. I never thought much about it again.” So I turn my eyes back to hers. “So it’s different having them all the time, but not bad. It’s kind of nice, once I remember how to use them the way I used to.” I say with a grin, my lips touching her forehead.
She reaches up with a snort to bump the bottom of my face and I smile a small smile as she starts to joke. Her shoulder bumping against my own as she jests. I roll my eyes and snort in amusement. However I don’t stop giving her that quiet steady look that Grandda used all the time. She shrugged slightly. “That’s true. You are growing and changing, new things are going to make you feel new ways. It can be a mess, but you don’t have to think about it alone.” I smile a bit. “Sure. I’ll tell you mine if you will tell me yours.” I say after a moment. “I’ll even tell you some of mine first, if you want.”