Wheeling Gull Isle dance with me and shake your bones.

the signs came again! accipitra watched towhee’s great hands materialize into the space in front of her, moving in ways deft and beyond her understanding. every movement had its visual echo which stained the world, each fading one by one into trails of comet glitter. 

accipitra was stunned. the noise which came from towhee was indecipherable, the encoded message of some distant god. she had nothing to say in turn. she didn’t even know her own name! 

upon the ground, accipitra babbled to herself and mimicked towhee’s movements with a clumsy wave of one woefully short paw.