Inkheart
JUST LIKE FIRE, BURNING OUT THE WAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
With a soft, sweeping noise, the wings of the dark dove retract from their outspread position and back toward her sleek carcass. The setting sun illuminates her with reds, oranges, yellows that make her ebony hide much more colorful than it might normally be. She turns soft, velvet lips to preen the feathers of her left wing, returning them to their rightful place and removing those loose ones that no longer belong. She turns her crown then toward the sea and takes confident steps toward the edge of the cliff.
Standing on the edge she feels no fear of the drop. Perhaps that is just her own confidence in her flight. The sea is calm, still even as the tides change. Night is coming, and the sun is nearing the horizon. No one is around - at least within sight or hearing distance. How dull. She thought, still staring out at the sea. The dame turned east and began walking along the edge of the cliffs. Ah, Terrastella, the land of dusk. How poetic that that is when I choose to visit. She wondered that no one seemed to notice her flight over the land, no one had challenged her. What a sad ruler that had nothing to say about strangers traipsing all the way through!
But perhaps one will come still.. after all, she had just landed. Inkheart stomps the ground with a dark hoof, scattering dust around her. A toss of her long locks as she made herself a little more comfortable. Gold eyes peer back inland. She is interested in what might be going on in Terrastella these days, and is hoping that someone will take notice of her arrival.
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