Dragoncrest Cliffs dominus vobiscum

sobeille imagined what Lafayette must have seen. a white bird could be anything from stork to albatross — but if she had to guess, she wondered if it were not a quieter creature of regal strength; a ptarmigan in winter plume.

a sigh hedged between them, her gaze flickering to where his rested. the vulture was gone.

a white bird with great big wings streaking across an endless blanket of indigo; her wing-feathers blending into far reaching horizons.

beautiful. and so very unlike sobeille’s vision.

it means it be inside of me. she answered matter of factly, immediately regretting the baldness. she wished she knew what her maman had seen upon the thoughstone during her coming of age.

de bird — was it a bird of prey? an’which direction did she fly?