Noctisardor Bypass wore my language like an amaranth

she followed his lilac gaze to the bower upon which one osprey preened, lips parting slightly with surprise that he'd seen what she did not despite spending many afternoons as so, ragdolled on the log. 

when he spoke her gaze converged with his like crossed dowsing rods briefly before flicking musingly back. she pondered where the bird's companion might be. 

flying, duh; because if phaedra had wings, there would be no celestial force alive that could tether her to this side of earth. icarus revivified in her, certainly grounded for justifiable reasons ...but no more sensible in his modern life, probably.

“i think... blitz," she decided, nodding, after a beat. 
wondering how her father might regard her decision, she eyed him expectantly for a moment. “wie wäre es mit sein frau?”