I realize there is something wild about the way he smells too, like he's part of the trees and the earth beneath us. He's a feral creature crafted from it that walks among us like a horse, but he truly belongs in there, not out here with all the Courts. Although, I'm glad that he trusts me enough to be near me. I like spending time with him.
It's fitting too when he says he has no home. My heart sinks when he says that because everyone deserves a place to call home. I can't imagine not having that and a cozy place to sleep at night. I almost want to offer mine, but I know he wouldn't like it in the castle. There's even more noise in there sometimes than in the markets. I think back to just the day Elli and I were trying to save her lemur, it had been so chaotic. I guess maybe feral things don't need a home to be comfortable, they just like being free.
It might be why he doesn't see that I'm not a real phoenix. He's used to wild creatures running free like him, but I only did that for the festival. I'm no wild creature, I'm just… Maeve. I simply nod at him to prove that I'm sure.
He's not convinced even after I tell him not to paint flames on my skin. I laugh softly and just look at the way his antlers twist and turn up to the sky. I watch the way his wings rest at his sides and the way the fires bring out the ember color of his eyes.
I close my eyes as he paints, mostly so he doesn't get anything in my eyes by accident, but it's also a way of centering myself. Already the smell of smoke is bringing me back to my nightmares and I don't want to think about it. I only want to think about my friend and these peaceful moments together.
I don't want to be a phoenix.
I'm not sure what he's painting on me, but he seems to find a natural rhythm to it and so I let him continue. Thankfully, all the noise isn't scaring him off so I hope it doesn't for a while longer.
"Do you ever get lonely?" I ask him because I can't help myself. Even if freedom could be nice, feral beings must get sad from being alone sometimes. At least, I can't imagine it any other way. I don't do well alone anymore.
"Speaking."
It's fitting too when he says he has no home. My heart sinks when he says that because everyone deserves a place to call home. I can't imagine not having that and a cozy place to sleep at night. I almost want to offer mine, but I know he wouldn't like it in the castle. There's even more noise in there sometimes than in the markets. I think back to just the day Elli and I were trying to save her lemur, it had been so chaotic. I guess maybe feral things don't need a home to be comfortable, they just like being free.
It might be why he doesn't see that I'm not a real phoenix. He's used to wild creatures running free like him, but I only did that for the festival. I'm no wild creature, I'm just… Maeve. I simply nod at him to prove that I'm sure.
He's not convinced even after I tell him not to paint flames on my skin. I laugh softly and just look at the way his antlers twist and turn up to the sky. I watch the way his wings rest at his sides and the way the fires bring out the ember color of his eyes.
I close my eyes as he paints, mostly so he doesn't get anything in my eyes by accident, but it's also a way of centering myself. Already the smell of smoke is bringing me back to my nightmares and I don't want to think about it. I only want to think about my friend and these peaceful moments together.
I don't want to be a phoenix.
I'm not sure what he's painting on me, but he seems to find a natural rhythm to it and so I let him continue. Thankfully, all the noise isn't scaring him off so I hope it doesn't for a while longer.
"Do you ever get lonely?" I ask him because I can't help myself. Even if freedom could be nice, feral beings must get sad from being alone sometimes. At least, I can't imagine it any other way. I don't do well alone anymore.
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