Dew and Dawn

A small whirlwind of feathers would dance through the cobblestone walk way, of the entrance of the park. The whirlwind would move too near the center of the park, kicking up fallen leaves and pieces of trash. The leaves would still dance around the center of the nonexistent whirlwind, a woman standing in the center of their glee. The woman would have stopped as she outstretched her hand too catch a few pieces of trash in it. Gilded eyes would stare too the empty cigarette carton and empty Mcdoolan’s bag. She would raise her eyebrow too it, as the stench of disgust would creep out of the garbage. Walking too the garbage bin, she’d toss it slowly into the bin. Humans were suppose too be the ones who keep this planet clean. She sighed softly, and would walk past it.

Her nose would twitch slowly, as she could smell a human running past her. The figure seemed too worried with where they were going too notice her, and the horned woman would tilt her head too this. Hmm, human’s normally reacted when they saw her, but in this world.. everyone seemed more spiritually inclined, so perhaps she was just a normal person too him.. in some ways. Continuing too walk down the path, it’d be a matter of minutes, as River would pause staring down too the cobblestone rocks, that layered the pathway. It always fascinated herself on how the humans had always been surviving, and adapting at everything that was thrown at them. It was depressing, but needed for them too be able too adapt into a stronger race.

The slim wings would lay relaxed as she would walk through the peaceful forest. She was enjoying the different colors of the fall, the fall and spring had always been her favorite times of year. She saw every season beautiful in it’s own way, but those two were the ones she actually looked forward too. Too her, each gust and breeze of those seasons, had been a soft sigh of life and death, the leaves would whisper their dying secrets in the air and then rot back into the ground where they belong. Her nose would twitch as the familiar earthy scent of humanity would dance under her nose.

Glancing down behind herself, she’d see a rather steep hill... her eyes were as precise as a hawks ( actually, her vision was better then a hawks ) and the minutes she’d realize there was someone down there in pain, she’d glance around. The thoughts of a warrior would forever be embedded in her head, the urge too protect; yet the paranoia too look out for one’s own self, as selfish as it was... once she had determined that it seemed safe enough, the figure in the man’s sight would disappear. River would actually have gotten too him, in long jumps- the soft beating sound of her feathers would keep her up high in the sky, before dropping gracefully infront of the injured human. Oh.. he appeared too be a young boy.

She’d outstretch her hand too him, a worried look would swim in her typically curious eyes. “Where do you hurt at...?” she would question softly. She would glance too the river that had been trickling next too him, and the memory of her first birth would become fresh in her mind. She had once been in his position- asides the fact of her being hurt. Just his location, when she first came too this world... like a larvae shedding it’s cocoon of darkness and seeing a new world, a much brighter and more complicated world. Her dark locks would entangle in her outstretched arm as she would look him over.

“If it hurts too talk, please, just take my hand. “