Mezzologue: Tobias
The first night had been manageable.
I perched on the roof of Jake's house, not confident enough to navigate home. The snow was still falling at that point, although it was a sane amount in the sky and on the ground. The day after that, though, was boring. So boring. There were about three conversations I had, all of them short. One of them, to be fair, was pretty interesting. Ax had some sort of song, which I could hear. In another language.
That night I was wary. I deliberately slept in an uncomfortable position, forcing myself to wake up at odd hours. Stay alert. Stay focused.
More monotony ensued.
It would have been that night, then, the one between the twenty…nth. I'd lost track. That…I'd gone soft, and I had nobody but myself to blame.
A real hawk would have found a way. Some way. A real hawk would have beaten the cold. Me? I didn't like it. Didn't like it at all. In fact, I disliked it so much that I didn't mind not being cold.
So I wasn't. I ignored it, ignored it all. It didn't even register that the fact that I could see the stars meant the clouds had dispersed. That the storm was ending. That maybe…
My mind, somehow, maintained the belief that I was an independent hawk. So that at the end I was almost too proud to call >Ax? Rachel?>
But a different voice responded.
>This way.>