With the stars' promise of light
we meet in the courtyard
taking to the skies, the wind ruffling
my feathers,
feels so good, so free,
so careless.
I circle around Wyvern's Nest,
say good-bye for now,
there's tears in my eyes at the thought of leaving.
And I make a promise right then,
that I will come back and dance
once again.
Whisper of a shriek as a farewell
to mother, though I know she won't
miss me.
Acelan looks back and I catch up quickly
my falcon form bringing with it
a sense of pride at my speed
And I love the moonlight on my wings,
the way the air is crisp.
We stop for the night in a clearing,
and Acelan and Karma disappear.
(No surprise,
but there's a soft ache in my chest that
I can't explain.)
Hearing their laughs through the trees,
I smile and think that he's happy,
and that's all that matters.
I fly up to a tree, straddle the thickest
branch that will hold me,
close my eyes and cover my skin with
falcon feathers.
They return soaked, wet hair, wet clothes,
and I watch them kiss through half-closed eyes.
They think I'm sleeping.