The mail-Pteri
Seven in the morning. Beakadoodles hummed outside my window. Stupid, mindless creatures. Happily oblivious to the world of problems. Their only care was to find food and be petpets. They didn't even have to worry about the incessant Pteris choosing them with blind fingers to be their next prank victim.
I remember, blurred though the memory may be, a Pteri. Not just any Pteri, though. The Pteri that brought mail to the breeders' house. He was a rainbow Pteri, thinking himself above all that surrounded them. He was a spectacular flyer, in the eyes of the breeders'. In my eyes, he was just an intricate prankster who flew high in the sky and looked down scornfully on all he surveyed below him.
I was always his first choice of victims to experiment on with a new prank, or to improve an old prank. He chose victims differently than other Pteris trying a new prank. He did not choose blindly. He chose carefully, taking his time, seemingly agonizing over whom to experiment on. He chose me.
As a proper, mannered girl, I was taught not to fight. Thus, when caught off-guard and pranked, the only thing I could do was run to the breeders'. I didn't mind running to the breeders' then, but now... I can only look back and be ashamed. I am no longer a 'proper', 'mannered' girl. I am a wild gelert who obeys no one. I don't follow the rules of 'etiquette'. If I were to see that Pteri now, he would be groveling, pleading with me not to attack.
Seven in the morning. Beakadoodles hummed outside my window. Stupid, mindless creatures. Happily oblivious to the world of problems. Their only care was to find food and be petpets. They didn't even have to worry about the incessant Pteris choosing them with blind fingers to be their next prank victim.
I remember, blurred though the memory may be, a Pteri. Not just any Pteri, though. The Pteri that brought mail to the breeders' house. He was a rainbow Pteri, thinking himself above all that surrounded them. He was a spectacular flyer, in the eyes of the breeders'. In my eyes, he was just an intricate prankster who flew high in the sky and looked down scornfully on all he surveyed below him.
I was always his first choice of victims to experiment on with a new prank, or to improve an old prank. He chose victims differently than other Pteris trying a new prank. He did not choose blindly. He chose carefully, taking his time, seemingly agonizing over whom to experiment on. He chose me.
As a proper, mannered girl, I was taught not to fight. Thus, when caught off-guard and pranked, the only thing I could do was run to the breeders'. I didn't mind running to the breeders' then, but now... I can only look back and be ashamed. I am no longer a 'proper', 'mannered' girl. I am a wild gelert who obeys no one. I don't follow the rules of 'etiquette'. If I were to see that Pteri now, he would be groveling, pleading with me not to attack.