Cedar Sweep Black swan

Entertaining. Then disappointing. The wretch opts for an indifferent scoff. She was not indifferent.

Not indifferent.

Ah- you're not special. She huffs, raising her chin. Maybe I thought company would be a pleasant addition. Shame you didn' fall in the river before I showed up.

Couldn't be alone, this one.

She sat quiet, scratched at the ground gently, ...I dunno. Do you think you can? She says lightly, almost playfully, detached from whatever prickle had infested the furs of her spine. Her eyes follow him as he circles, when he goes round the back, her head cranes upside down to keep him in her sights.

Rattled, angry, he could prompt a taunt, prompt a bite, he could circle her all he wanted and still it would never spur the cold touch of fear to grace her senses.

She found herself facing a terrible temptation, antici

pation on the ivory white of her teeth.

Would his blood taste so foul as the last?