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Chapter One

France. The place where romance can blossom in even the most unlikely of soils. It has many different sights, smells, tastes – undiscovered glories yet to be experienced. Here we find the Flock, together on another adventure, stationed in our wondrous little country's capital. Paris seemed almost like home now, what with their stay lasting now almost two months. Why so long? They had their reasons, some of which were more important that others; definitely more important, or so Iggy thought as he and his companion drifted down the waterway in their little boat.

"We are almost there Iggy," Amelia said, her strong French accent like divine song to his ears. Iggy smiled. They had met on the third day of the Flock's arrival, bumping into each other whilst he had been 'shopping' in a bakery with Gazzy; aka – that nights stolen dinner. Her package had fallen to the floor, and he had helped her gather up the spilt goods; "You are truly amazing," she had said, as he succeeded in gathering all of the bread rolls by himself, "Thank you so much. . ."

The two had quickly become friends; he was the blind bird boy and she was the beautiful, friendly French girl. How could he tell she was beautiful? From the way her laugh brought a smile to his face and her soft hands warmth to his heart. She seemed like a dream, a hot ecstasy for him to drink, an unknown desire that had exploded with the first sound of her voice. He wanted her, bad, but how could he tell her, and on today of all days?

Why so perilous? Today was the last day of his stay in France, before he and the flock had to finally make their leave and move on. He had promised to return, when Amelia's school holiday's started again – for today was her last day, too, before she had to depart for her all girls' boarding school. It pained them both to leave each other, after becoming the best of friends; but today they would make today special, a day to be remembered.

"We're here, Iggy – over the boat and steps at three o'clock," Amelia said, guiding him.

"We're at your house?" he asked, "Finally, I hate riding on those things; I can never really sense where I'm going."

"You where afraid?" she asked, concern in her voice, a deep feeling in her eyes.

"No. . . well, maybe just a bit. But you were there with me, so it didn't really bother me that much."

Amelia smiled: "You are too sweet, Iggy."

The two made their way towards the building that Amelia called home. It was one of many little unit houses, all of which were all joined up together along the quiet street like sardines in a can. All the same, it was respectable, even charming. Amelia's hand held Iggy's all the way, her soft touch leading him, sending chills up his spine. God, how he loved her touch.

Once inside, they made themselves comfortable – Iggy sat himself down on a stool in the kitchen, while Amelia proceeded to get them cool drinks from the fridge. "So, you just wanted to chill out today?" Iggy asked, groaning in appreciation as his wings stretched out a bit. Amelia was unfazed; after all, she had seen them almost a million times now, those beautiful, stormy grey wings. Besides, Iggy had taken her flying more than once, soaring over Paris, holding her close. "Yeah," she said, snapping out of her thoughts; she handed him his drink, "Is that alright?"

"Fine by me," he replied, "Thanks". Opening the top, he sculled down his drink in one go, while Amelia took two mouthfuls and placed her drink on the table. "Sorry," Iggy said, after burping rather loudly, "Bird kids tend to eat more than regular humans." Amelia giggled, "I know, Iggy, you told me – what, a thousand times already? You know I don't mind."

Iggy grinned, his handsome features washing over her. "So, you were saying something about a sculpture you've been working on?" he asked.

"Ah yes. . . I was wondering if you would examine it for me. Tell me what you think."

"Ah you sure you can trust my opinion? I mean, I'm blind, remember, I can't exactly see it."

"You can use your hands, and besides – I trust your opinion the most." She took his hand, "Come on, I'll take you to it."

"All right, where is it?"

"Up stairs, in my room. Watch out for the table."

Iggy shivered.

God, that sculpture wasn't all he wanted to examine. He wanted to examine her too; every nook and cranny of her, the feeling of her skin, not just her hands, the taste of her mouth . . . and that wasn't even the tip of the ice-burg. Oh, how he

Eep, don't think those thoughts! He thought to himself, climbing the stairs, already feeling his friend start to throb down below. Down boy, not now.

Soon they reached the second level, and Amelia lead him down the hallway and over the threshold into her room.


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