Summer is my least favorite. The sun burns the face of the planet mercilessly. Water shrivels and grass withers. Horsekind is more likely to launch into stupid squabbles because we're all so damn grumpy.
Of course, the thermals, those great updrafts of warm air, are great for flying. So I guess there are SOME upsides.
With my wings spread for coasting, I could probably be mistaken for a bird. You know, if you were incredibly stupid and also had never seen a bird before. Or maybe blind. Yeah, a blind person would probably imagine I was a bird. It's not too horribly difficult to see the rather plain reddish bay body attached to the wings, but other than the wings you probably wouldn't take a second look. There is never, and has never, been anything particularly special about me. I don't expect remembrance or recognition.
I mean, I did rule and I am pretty fantastic, but still. Not special. Do you know how many idiots have held the throne in the Valley? There's probably one holding the throne now. It's just a game of odds.
So maybe that's why I find myself doing an all too familiar loop around my home. I'm halfway looking to see if Kushiel has made himself useful anywhere, but mostly looking for a reason to stop avoiding the Valley.
It seriously wouldn't be hard to convince me.
I'm bored.
So. So bored.
I don't know how Carnage and all those do it. How do you live for freaking ever? I mean, I've only had sex the one time but surely even that gets staid and stale after awhile. Is that why most of the immortals off themselves or go nuts and murder someone? I haven't murdered anyone. Maybe I should try that.
Ah, a likely victim.
(okay, not really. calm down)
She's gorgeous, in a "the boys all want me" sort of way. Gray patterned, and clearly aware that she is good looking. I don't need to read her mind to know her type. She's determined and knows what to do to get what she wants.
I'm probably the wrong gender for her, but what the heck. She's a reason.
I land a bit away so no one has to witness my less than graceful landing. Even when I was Queen here I rarely let anyone see me land after flying. I'm just not talented in that area and I felt like watching one's leader break her bones wasn't very encouraging.
I tuck my russet colored wings close to my body and canter easily, settling in a distance of about twenty yards. If she was planing to hurt me, I'd know it as soon as she did, but still, the illusion of safety for both of us is probably comforting. I'll let her come closer to me if she wants.
See? Look how considerate very very old age has made me?
"Hey. Meeting someone, or just scouting out fresh meat?"
G A L L O W S
We must all hang together or, assuredly, we shall all hang separately.
|
