.-'|~ FLY ~|'-.
(Rinoa uses her wings for the first time)
~~~
The wings sprouted from her back again,
And she rose to greet the sun,
Blue and black and white against sky and cloud,
Birds by her side, leading her way.
Ascending, decending, free to do as she pleased.
Looking down, she held the world in her plams,
Every oak, blade of grass, salty droplet of sea
Hers to own, love, and command.
A queen in her own world,
With a crown of gloden sun and a staff of fleeing wind
Warming her spirit and caressing her hair.
Looking down at it all, she only loved it more.
A feather floated down from those wings,
Playing acrosss the breeze,
To be caught in a lover's
Black leather palm.
Looking up, pale, cloud-grey eyes found her,
Unable to help the rare smile
As he watched her play, giddy with freedom.
If only he could fly with her.
But this was one thing, he was glad,
She could save for herself,
Having given him all else she owned.
He walked away silently, the smile remaining on his lips.
~~~
(Rinoa uses her wings for the first time)
~~~
The wings sprouted from her back again,
And she rose to greet the sun,
Blue and black and white against sky and cloud,
Birds by her side, leading her way.
Ascending, decending, free to do as she pleased.
Looking down, she held the world in her plams,
Every oak, blade of grass, salty droplet of sea
Hers to own, love, and command.
A queen in her own world,
With a crown of gloden sun and a staff of fleeing wind
Warming her spirit and caressing her hair.
Looking down at it all, she only loved it more.
A feather floated down from those wings,
Playing acrosss the breeze,
To be caught in a lover's
Black leather palm.
Looking up, pale, cloud-grey eyes found her,
Unable to help the rare smile
As he watched her play, giddy with freedom.
If only he could fly with her.
But this was one thing, he was glad,
She could save for herself,
Having given him all else she owned.
He walked away silently, the smile remaining on his lips.
~~~