10-26-2018, 04:30 PM
Agapi
It isn’t long that she is alone.
Quietly from her perch in the tree she watches as a stranger approaches, lingering in front of the water. They look similarly (at least, when they are both horses), both with white bases and spots, only his are a vivid purple that she finds herself envying discreetly. She watches as he settles in for a nap along the shoreline, ruffling her feathers occasionally as he slumbers and she counts the spots along his hip. Lately, she’d found herself envying a lot in others and the shame of those feelings, slowly but certainly, was picking away at her. She needs this time, she assures herself having suddenly felt a pang of guilt at leaving Agave and the others behind, to set things right again.
Like the stranger sleeping peacefully before her, Agapi, oddly enough, could heavily relate to the feeling of loneliness. Even with all of the voices of Nerine around her, even with a twin sister who could essentially finish her sentences before she ever spoke them out loud. The truth about loneliness is that it can take you regardless of the noise you’re surrounded by; it is possible to be alone in a sea of faces.
Agapi is still contemplating loneliness, and who she will become when the stranger startles upwards.
Her tiny head cocks first to the right, then the left. And then, with a final shake of her wings she descends from the tree branches, floating on the gentle wisps of a breeze as though she were surfing a wave.
“Are you okay?”
She asks him while settling neatly on his shoulder for only the moment that it takes for her to realize it’s likely rude to sit on the shoulder of someone you’ve only just met. Briefly embarrassed, she flutters a short distance away and lands in among the wildflowers before shifting out of her sparrow form.
Quietly from her perch in the tree she watches as a stranger approaches, lingering in front of the water. They look similarly (at least, when they are both horses), both with white bases and spots, only his are a vivid purple that she finds herself envying discreetly. She watches as he settles in for a nap along the shoreline, ruffling her feathers occasionally as he slumbers and she counts the spots along his hip. Lately, she’d found herself envying a lot in others and the shame of those feelings, slowly but certainly, was picking away at her. She needs this time, she assures herself having suddenly felt a pang of guilt at leaving Agave and the others behind, to set things right again.
Like the stranger sleeping peacefully before her, Agapi, oddly enough, could heavily relate to the feeling of loneliness. Even with all of the voices of Nerine around her, even with a twin sister who could essentially finish her sentences before she ever spoke them out loud. The truth about loneliness is that it can take you regardless of the noise you’re surrounded by; it is possible to be alone in a sea of faces.
Agapi is still contemplating loneliness, and who she will become when the stranger startles upwards.
Her tiny head cocks first to the right, then the left. And then, with a final shake of her wings she descends from the tree branches, floating on the gentle wisps of a breeze as though she were surfing a wave.
“Are you okay?”
She asks him while settling neatly on his shoulder for only the moment that it takes for her to realize it’s likely rude to sit on the shoulder of someone you’ve only just met. Briefly embarrassed, she flutters a short distance away and lands in among the wildflowers before shifting out of her sparrow form.
Seize The Moment
@[Knaught]