Post by Hagar on Aug 5, 2011 18:02:54 GMT -5
She didn’t know where she was.
She didn’t know where she was, and it didn’t really matter, because she liked it here; there were trees to climb beside the river, and fish to eat, and big red rocks that got hot, hot, hot in the sun. There were people, too, but they were afraid of her. Sometimes they left bits of food and toys and things, but they were still afraid.
She was a little afraid, too. They had dark, dark skin and dark, dark hair and eyes like night time, and no wings at all. She was afraid, so she hid. Took the food at night, when no one was around, and never went on their side of the river. Or didn’t take it at all-sometimes the fear was stronger than the urge to be lazy.
It was all she could remember, so it was good. Waking up to the sun on the red, red rocks that made her think of other, nameless places, and soaring on the hot wind that came roaring through the heat of the day. Eating when she was hungry, playing when she was bored. Chasing the dumb birds, and making them scatter always made her giggle.
There were bad things, too, but that was normal. Life wasn’t supposed to be all good and sun and happy, so there were big cats with teeth and claws-she had teeth and claws, too! But not like them-and birds with big, huge wings and big, huge beaks, and little, little bugs that she didn’t like at all.
But she still didn’t know where she was, and sometimes late at night, when the air was too thin to fly easily, and she could count the stars from her red, red rock, that bothered her. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew there should be two moons, not one, and the stars should make the shape of a Lady, of three men, of a flutterwing, not birds and lions and bugs.
It was good, even if she didn’t know where she was, but it was boring. Nothing ever changed. Fish, and the river, and chase the birds, and scary-scared people with dark, dark hair.
She didn’t know where she was, or how long she was here-because she did know she wasn’t always here-but she really wished something would change. Life wasn’t supposed to be boring, either.
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---WARNING: Earlydays!Hagar is a little hellion. Nomnomnom.
