all the clouds have silver linings IP: 126.96.36.199 Posted on July 22, 2012 at 02:02:28 PM by paperwing
it's hard to stay inside my head when words keep pouring out--
Pascal smiles at me as we finally reach his home… my home; his charming little grin ignites a happiness I cannot explain. Is it his proximity and his kindness? Or is it perhaps the prospect of home? The excitement of the day has nearly swept me off my feet and I decide that all these exciting emotions bundled together have put me in my current giddy disposition. His muzzle presses lightly against my strawberry pelt and I smile at him warmly- Pascal, my friend. My heart is warmed and it feels lightweight as it dances in my chest- a home, a friend, I belong somewhere! I skip beside him as he leads my eyes to look upon the birds he had spoken so highly off and I see them; they are tiny and delicate and I giggle with delight.
His voice floats into my ears, kindness and welcome seeping from his words and I turn to match his gaze, “I already like it Pascal.” He drops his gaze from me but I continue to smile, my eyes fixated on his as they swivel in search of something. He speaks again, his sister has left, I am not sure for how long he means but I nod understandingly and offer him what I hope is an encouraging smile. He prattles out a list of the family he has living here with him and my eyes are wide in amused shock, “Well now that’s quite the close knit family… the family that lives together stays together right? How long have you all been here anyways?” I tilt my head to the side, the prospect of him being of royal blood never even crossing my mind. That’s not to say I am close-minded, slow or even of little intelligence, but today has been quite the whirlwind of excitment and my mind is a little overwhelmed as is.
--like starlight crashing through the room, we'll lose our feathers