Shadewood let not light see my black and deep desires

her neck twisted like a corkscrew. where was little yonder? hid in a treehole, did he? mayhaps he couldn't recall, but he did the same sort of thing when he first developed the power of flight.

his declarations, his demands - adorable! her fledgling brother discovering adulthood.

and sad, too. she herself had long ago abandoned the expectations of it, and decided on her own current to fly on. it was a vigorous natural force, inconsistent in both its strength and feebleness, and yet hereby couldn't picture themself on a gentler sky.

yonder couldn't ever understand her needs. but, she saw no reason not to indulge him. 

"very well." the giant said. "but i've to ask for something in return."

she leaned forward on the branch. was that his beak poking out, the rest just out of view?

"you, speak to me of your own accomplishments."