Blackfoot Forest Singeing Through Cosmoses

Her mouth knows laughter. It takes to the shape of her incessant giddiness, guffaws carrying high and loud overhead like a hyena’s cackles. She is all creature, articulating through her limbs, surrendering to wild inclinations. Where one would see madness, he sees pure uncontaminated existence. This gives to her value, she is easy to think little of and disregard as nothing other than simple.

He gives an approving look from a tutor to a pupil who learns quickly. She is aching to be put to task. He has known her long enough to understand she needs purpose, or before long her mind will corrode like a canyon wall into dust. Not unlike himself, should monotony seize him. It was a good thing that they were not bound to an eternity of repetition, for he knew sometimes the worst place to be was trapped inside one’s own brain.

“So eager to fly?” A glint of a golden eye teases then looks into the archway of stars above. “Very well, take your wings into the West. Follow whispers.”