The quiet shuffle of feathers accompanies the whisper of wind through the trees and occasional trill of an autumn bird as pale wings settle against equally pale ribs. Sighing, she rolls her eyes heavenward, fixing on the sky peeking through the branches. She's so bored. Which is dumb, but here we are.
Not that anything in her life had been particularly exciting so far. A few futile searches for her dad (fueled by vague, fuzzy memories) interspersed with trying to pretend not to notice how often mom disappeared. Eventually she'd given up trying. And then it had been all too easy to start drifting.
To start feeling pretty damn alone.
If it hadn't annoyed her so much, she might have let that make her sad. Of course, the irony of that is lost on her. But instead she's standing here, staring at the sky, wondering why she's so bored and irritable.
Huffing out a breath, she drops her gaze. Idly kicking a stone, she mumbles an incoherent epithet under her breath. Something she remembered from ages ago.
Maybe she just needed to fly for a bit. Several moments later however, she finds herself still standing in the same place.
- noel