Over the course of time I grew to trust the young girl as I did with the old man. Those my interaction with her was different. Such as in a watchful manner. She would glare at me with curiosity filled eyes, or have glints of fascination within them. Stunned speechless by the creature in front her. Slowly I learned more about her. Such as her personality.
Which from what the old man proclaim is of her father. Which is the geezers son. He saw a lot of his son within her. From being high spirited,to feisty, to this stunned curiosity being. So the brunettes name really suited her. Unique, which I came to learn quick as well as my new profound name. Still getting use to that.
Other than that the years flow by. Unique growing and becoming more bolder towards me. At first she watch me from a far distance, then gradual come closer and now she right to next me most if the time. With a fascination in stroking my feathers, as well as collecting the ones that fall out. Unique showed this side of her only to me, with these kind gentle sympathy look in her eyes. As if she could see right through and she knew what my past was like. For she always came to me when ever I had flashbacks. Always finding away to comfort me.
Other than that, when Unique wasn't with her grandfather me and him would talk. For the old man knew I was able to turn into a human. Stunned by that fact I would always change for him. And after a year of doing so he asked me a question that I couldn't answer.
" Fox my I ask you something? "
" Uh ... yes sir. "
" You've been here for awhile and for a full year have shown me this form of your's. So my question to you is why haven't you shown my granddaughter Unique? Do you not trust her? "
" NO! It's n-not like that i-it's just that I- um...see...uh...hm I do trust her t-t-though I... "
" It's okay Fox. You don't have to answer I was just testing you that is all "
" I see... "
" Welp I'm off to bed see ya in the morning Fox. "
" Goodnight Sir. "
And like that the old man pushed off his rocking chair and slowly shuffled to his room quietly shutting the door. Leaving me to my thoughts. In which I walked out onto the front porch. Out there I could think clearly, leaning against the railing of the banister and resting my head on the support beam. With my back to the open fields of the night. As the full moon lit the scenery in golfing me and the stars sparky. Knowing damn well looking at it would cause memories to flood over me and drown me in misery from the pained filled past.
Such as flying in flocks with others like me leading them to new grounds and protecting. Watching over them from a high point, see pairs snuggle and the young ones play. Spotting danger quickly, fighting it off and then getting praised. All the joy,love and pleasure turned into bitter horrifying memories. Of killing,shooting and pouching. Unable to protect those you protected for years. Defenseless against being of the ground. Running away like a coward ruining your pride. Left in utter loneliness.
Sighing out I stood straight reentered the house and changed from. Settling myself down onto the ottoman, I didn't feel like going to the room the old man gave me to sleep in. The ottoman was a place I felt content and safe. I guess it's because it was the place I was laid on when I was saved.