[P] i just want to watch the birds go by

[Ambrose]

Somewhere in you there's a power with no name
It can rise to meet the moment and burn like a flame

I

think I only closed my eyes for a minute, to rest my head, when I hear my name called. My golden eyes—golden like the sand, or the sun—pop open and I lift my head from the cool, shadowed sand beneath me.

I glance quickly toward the oasis to see the tails of both gazelle disappearing into the undergrowth. The corner of my mouth turns up, and I feel as though I have accomplished something. I hope that they will be safe, and better, find their way back to a herd.

When I turn toward the direction my name had been called out from, I am not surprised to see our Aunt Bexley heading my way. I recognize her voice, and she is one of the few that I am comfortably familiar with besides Mother and Diana. I stand up and offer a brighter smile.

“Auntie Bexley,” my voice is a thin chirp, contented and joyful, as I carefully fold closed the book I had been reading. When we are close enough I gently touch my forehead to her shoulder, my dark waves tousling in a light breeze. My tail swings in a slow arc behind me, “I have missed you.”

It has not been that long since we last saw each other, but I am always grateful for the company of those who do not look at me strangely, or treat me differently. Mother treats us as though we’re fragile, and I know she worries, but sometimes I want to just be normal.

{ @Bexley "speaks" notes: <3 }

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