a blessing in disguise
It was a day like any other, or so it would seem from the start. The equine and avian would go about their business, unaware that both of their lives were about to be changed forever.
All day long, as the sun trekked its way slowly across the sky, the world seemed to hold its breath in anticipation. The sun couldn’t move fast enough, time couldn’t tick along any faster - but still Caligo begged Tempus to do his best, to bring the moment of finality closer. Nothing in comparison seemed quite so important nor so exciting as what the future held, all the day dulled in comparison.
The demi-goddess only wondered if Katniss could feel it too, could see how the sky had lost some of its blue and the sun some of its strength, how the flowers and grasses of the plains seemed to droop sleepily in the breeze.
Overhead an eagle flies, its arc through the sky lazy and confident, headed north towards the Arma mountains.
And just like that, the world seems to stiffen, the trees shake themselves to awareness, and all creation holds its breath impatiently.
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The hour draws closer, and with it, Katniss will feel a tugging upon her soul. A voice whispers in her ear, begging her for her help, urging her to leave the Court behind and take to the mountainous border. Without words to guide her, Katniss wil somehow know to follow the same path as the eagle before her.
Every step in that direction will simply feel right, solidifying the faith that she will end up exactly where she needs to be.
Should she listen - as Caligo knows she will - the call will only become stronger with every step that she takes, as if narrowing its focus and making it impossible to turn back, even if she wanted to. The feeling that something is amiss will be strong; but the feeling that she is destined to help may be even stronger.
Meanwhile, the eagle will continue his flight to the mountains. The terrain below him becomes rocky and craggy, and he adjusts his flight accordingly. He looks upon the land with a sharp eye, seeing everything and missing nothing.
He isn’t yet sure what it is he’s looking for - but he’ll know it when he sees it.
A flicker of movement on the horizon catches his attention, a shadow darting through a cloud. He shifts his wings, drifting ever closer, close enough to make out the outline of another eagle. The clouds converge, darkening the once-clear sky.
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Katniss may see the bird falling from the sky, or she may stumble upon him already on the ground. Either way, it will be to him that she is drawn, to the way he tries and fails to take flight. The whisper in her ear is louder now, practically shouting: he’s the one, it’s him, it’s him. The sun breaks through the clouds, and both of them are washed in sunlight, a spotlight reserved for them and only them, an equine and her bonded.
When their eyes meet, a feeling passes between them - as if they know they should be wary, as if maybe they should run, these two strangers who were drawn together by fate. But they can’t help themselves when they throw caution to the wind and the distance between them shortens.
And as Katniss approaches, Finnick will wait patiently, knowing instinctually that this is one person who would never hurt him.
All day long, as the sun trekked its way slowly across the sky, the world seemed to hold its breath in anticipation. The sun couldn’t move fast enough, time couldn’t tick along any faster - but still Caligo begged Tempus to do his best, to bring the moment of finality closer. Nothing in comparison seemed quite so important nor so exciting as what the future held, all the day dulled in comparison.
The demi-goddess only wondered if Katniss could feel it too, could see how the sky had lost some of its blue and the sun some of its strength, how the flowers and grasses of the plains seemed to droop sleepily in the breeze.
Overhead an eagle flies, its arc through the sky lazy and confident, headed north towards the Arma mountains.
And just like that, the world seems to stiffen, the trees shake themselves to awareness, and all creation holds its breath impatiently.
The hour draws closer, and with it, Katniss will feel a tugging upon her soul. A voice whispers in her ear, begging her for her help, urging her to leave the Court behind and take to the mountainous border. Without words to guide her, Katniss wil somehow know to follow the same path as the eagle before her.
Every step in that direction will simply feel right, solidifying the faith that she will end up exactly where she needs to be.
Should she listen - as Caligo knows she will - the call will only become stronger with every step that she takes, as if narrowing its focus and making it impossible to turn back, even if she wanted to. The feeling that something is amiss will be strong; but the feeling that she is destined to help may be even stronger.
Meanwhile, the eagle will continue his flight to the mountains. The terrain below him becomes rocky and craggy, and he adjusts his flight accordingly. He looks upon the land with a sharp eye, seeing everything and missing nothing.
He isn’t yet sure what it is he’s looking for - but he’ll know it when he sees it.
A flicker of movement on the horizon catches his attention, a shadow darting through a cloud. He shifts his wings, drifting ever closer, close enough to make out the outline of another eagle. The clouds converge, darkening the once-clear sky.
Katniss may see the bird falling from the sky, or she may stumble upon him already on the ground. Either way, it will be to him that she is drawn, to the way he tries and fails to take flight. The whisper in her ear is louder now, practically shouting: he’s the one, it’s him, it’s him. The sun breaks through the clouds, and both of them are washed in sunlight, a spotlight reserved for them and only them, an equine and her bonded.
When their eyes meet, a feeling passes between them - as if they know they should be wary, as if maybe they should run, these two strangers who were drawn together by fate. But they can’t help themselves when they throw caution to the wind and the distance between them shortens.
And as Katniss approaches, Finnick will wait patiently, knowing instinctually that this is one person who would never hurt him.
@Katniss may feel restless all day, as if she is meant to be somewhere or doing something but she isn’t sure what. As the day progresses, she will begin to feel an invisible tug on her subconsciousness, pulling her towards the mountains, chasing after an eagle as he flies. It’s a fight with another bird of prey that will be his undoing, knocking him from the sky and rendering him earth-bound.
Katniss will find her bonded in the craggy peaks of the Arma mountains. He is hurt, and it will be a long road to full recovery - but they will take that journey together, and their bond will only strengthen because of it.
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Sorry for the wait on this! I’m so looking forward to seeing these two bond <3
Enjoy! -sid
Katniss will find her bonded in the craggy peaks of the Arma mountains. He is hurt, and it will be a long road to full recovery - but they will take that journey together, and their bond will only strengthen because of it.
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