A/N: My reviewers...there's only two of you, but you have no idea how much confidence you've given me. And I need that. So thank you! Here's the next chapter, hope to hear what you think!
There's a storm coming.
Black clouds covering
the sky, the wind
plays with my ebony hair,
my feathers as it brushes over my falcon's wings.
Sitting outside the dancer's nest
with Acelan standing beside me
I want nothing more than to take
to the skies.
I say so and he stares at me
"Are you crazy?"
Yes, I am.
But the pull to dive into the wind
As if I'll be blown away
is too strong.
I smile at him
And tell him not to
stop me,
and I'm shifting into my falcon-raven form
before he can reply.
The wind howls around me
I'm on one air current and then the next.
And then it starts to rain.
Icy bullets of rain,
pelting me as if
to throw me out of the sky,
their sky.
And it's such the opposite of
numb Ecl—
ironically so good to feel pain—
that I let out a pure falcon's shriek
of joy,
but it's lost among the thunder
and the wind.
Right now I feel
that I could fly in this storm,
Forever.