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"Whoosh!" Howled the wind as they flew through the evening sky. It was still bright out, but that did nothing to deter the pigeon and human duo. They flew high above the city to avoid detection, twisting, turning, and swerving.
The elated grin never left the mutant bird's beak while they soared, feathered arms beating furiously. The sensation of being so high up, the wind pounding against his body offered him a sense of freedom no one could take away. He glanced downward, the buildings, people, and cars appearing as if they could only be useful to those who stood barely three feet tall. He turned slowly to the left, chuckling when his companion let out a surprised yelp and sighed in relief.
The teen clutched tightly to the shoulders of her feathered friend, looking around at the open sky with unyielding fascination. Her face went through a cloud, dampening it. Up there, she felt just as free as the bird did, like she was queen of the world. Christina couldn't thank Pete enough. She wanted to experience flying, and he granted her that wish.
Finally, they reached their destination: the city dock. Pete stumbled to the ground, causing his rider to nearly fall off. Luckily, Christina had grown accustomed to the pigeon's klutzy flight, so she expected that. After getting to their feet, the two sat on a bench and stared out at the sunset. Pete put an arm across the girl's shoulders, the ladder doing the same, resting her head on his shoulder with a content sigh.
The sun looked like a giant, levitating ball. She wondered what would happen if it just fell into the water and some unimaginable force brought it back up into the sky. A silly grin slowly pulled at the corners of her mouth. She knew the star's setting and rising were caused by the earth's elliptical rotation, but that would still be neat. A sudden "click, click, click" brought the teen out of her musings. Gazing down and to the left, she saw Pete absentmindedly tapping his talons on the wood. She laughed quietly and turned to the bird. He could be so funny without even trying!
Pete chuckled, looking back and patting Christina's shoulder gently. Like his friend, his mind was also elsewhere. The sun dipped lower now, coloring the ocean orange. Images of sourdough bread flashed across his vision, making him salivate. Pete pictured a world completely constructed of the stuff, and he was King, free to eat as much as his heart desired.
The enormous, yellow star completely disappeared below the horizon, enveloping the two in total darkness, save for the lights from the lampposts. However, that didn't dissuade Christina and Pete. Glancing to her friend again, she noticed his eyes were closed, posture relaxed. Was he…sleeping? The human shook him gently, and the red-yellow, bulging eyes popped open, meeting her soft, brown ones. Content, warm smiles spread across the duo's features. Their gazes lingered for a moment longer, before returning to the skyline, listening to the waves washing in the distance.
It just goes to show, actions speak louder than words.