Wings Over Water


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Post Sun Sep 21, 2008 8:00 pm

Wings Over Water

ooc: Hello again! I couldn't help myself but get started, I hope that's okay. ^^

She didn’t know how to swim but she loved flying over water. Take now for instance; with her fingertips skipping across the surface, which was so clear and unmoving it was like a mirror. The reflection below caught her eye, an image of tasseled black hair and golden feathers. By now the sun was making its way below the horizon, shadowing half her face.

An updraft carried her far away from this strange version of herself, until her likeness in the water was only an undefined form. Now she was mixing with the fog, making her shiver from the cold and the sheer enjoyment of the vapor against her wings. On an impulse she twisted on her back, pushing herself forward as if she was doing the backstroke. Maybe she did know how to swim, just not in water…

She closed her eyes and remained like that for what seemed like only a few moments, but it must have been longer because by the time her eyes opened there was land below her and the sun was sinking into the horizon line. She was also beginning to grow tired and sweat was starting to form on her brow. So she dipped into a descent, loving the way the landscape below her became close enough to touch.

And then her feet hit the grasses – wet with the mist rolling off the lake – and after her wings were carefully folded close against her back she was running, with her hair whipping out behind her like a horse’s mane. She was feeling uncharacteristically bubbly – whether it was from the exercise or the crisp weather she didn’t know – but there was a small smile playing around her lips.

The next instant she had slowed to a walk and was singing; the words from a love song spilling from her lips, impossible to rein in.

Quand il me prend dans ses bras,
Il me parle tout bas,
Je vois la vie en rose.


The French sounded odd mixing with her Italian accent, but she had a hauntingly beautiful, mezzo-soprano voice that mingled well with the owls hooting around her.

She didn't know where she was or what she was going to do with herself, but for the moment she didn't mind at all.
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Post Sun Sep 21, 2008 9:23 pm

Re: Wings Over Water

OOC| sorry, i'm rambly tonight... hope it's okay if I join you

A girl walked quietly down the beach, following the shoreline. The clouds on the western horizon battled the setting sun for dominance over the sky. Despite the cool breeze the day was just warm enough for getting feet wet. And often the bottom of her dress as well, she noticed with a guilty grin. She was carefree this eve, letting her hair fly free of its braid in the breeze and carrying neither longbow nor knife. They were both easily enough called up, by any means, should she need them. Life in this place was quickly healing her, and she was beginning to learn more about her own magic now that she had more freedom to do so.

Absently Vineda watched the trees bordering the beach for signs of life, talking to the finch perched on her shoulder. Already she had seen a family of bunnies and even a few deer pass through the trees. And a few minutes earlier she had seen a curious human form skimming the water. Enormous wings were spread out to catch the wind, and the figure had glided over the trees and out of sight before she could think twice on it. Very curious.

She carried a small bag over her shoulder for treasures found along the way... rocks, bits of shell, interesting feathers, anything of interest really. She was easily pleased, for she often saw value in things others took for granted.

Shrugging her shoulders against lingering daydreams, she bent down and picked up a walking stick from the sand, where there had been none previously. Humming a little tune to herself, she looked out to the water to watch the waves as the tide came in. She was enjoying her little game of coating her feet with gritty with half-wet sand, then jumping into a wave as it washed up on the shore to leave them sparkling clean again.

Hearing snatches of a beautiful song against the wind, she paused and listened. She could not understand the words, for she had no gifts with tongues. But understanding the words was unnecessary, for there was emotion enough in the beautiful voice to more than make up for the lost words. It was even better this way, she thought.

Slowly yielding to the wind, she left the beach to wind through the trees. She was in awe of the song and only hoped of seeing what a creature could make such beautiful song.
And I don't know how To slow it down Oh, my mind's racing From chasing pirates.

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Post Sun Sep 21, 2008 10:16 pm

Re: Wings Over Water

ooc: Oh yes, please do. =D And thanks so much for helping me before!

Il me dit des mots d'amour,
Des mots de tous les jours,
Et ca me fait quelque chose.


Her voice, thick with longing and tinged with regret, rose as a chilly breeze twisted around her. Emotion was something she was hesitant to show, but when she sang she transformed into a whole other person; one who threw their head back in laughter or become overcome with sadness. Singing was, to her, like slipping off the mask. No wonder her only audience was the birds that flocked around her.

She could see one now, watching her from its perch nearby. It was a barn owl, and it was observing her solemnly with its gold-flecked eyes. There were more all around her, her winged friends. Ever since she was little there had been a bird at her side, the only creatures to which she opened up her soul.

C'est lui pour moi. Moi pour lui
Dans la vie,
Il me l'a dit-


She paused and listened to the quiet around her, the only sound being the lapping of waves against the shore. Instead of returning to the song she hooted and braced her arm. The white owl, looking like a ghost against the darkening sky, flew silently to her forearm and curled its talons against her shirt. Ari smiled to herself; that was why she always wore long sleeves.

She walked towards the shore; drawn to the scent of the salty air, and ducked her ear to what her new companion was telling her. Owls were always surprisingly chatty, in their own demure way.
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Post Sun Sep 21, 2008 10:51 pm

Re: Wings Over Water

OOC| No problem! glad I could help a little ;)

As Vineda walked she hardly noticed as she slipped into the form of a doe, leaving her walking stick and bag leaning up against a log and tredding soundlessly through the trees as the forest began to thicken. A fog formed, one quality she found strange about this land - in her old home fog mainly formed in open areas, and not as readily in closer places like this forest. The number of birds also increased, though none of them were singing. They were listening. Were they gathering for some sort of meeting? Geez, there were tons of them!

The voice soon began again, the sweet tones lingering in the gathering mist. The sadness was enough to make one's heart ache, it was so real, so infectious. And finally Vineda stepped over a small rise of the forest floor, only to stop in her tracks.

Here was the curious wind-glider she had seen earlier, singing to the birds in the forest. They flocked around her, listening, chirping, following as she moved through the trees. It was amazing to behold, and something that felt secret. She felt very much the intruder but could not tear her eyes away from the scene before her. The doe stood quietly watching, seeing the beautiful golden wings folded gracefully along the girl's back and the arm extended to bear a white owl.
And I don't know how To slow it down Oh, my mind's racing From chasing pirates.

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Post Mon Sep 22, 2008 9:38 pm

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Ari felt the reeds under her feet transform into sand, still warm from the sunshine of that day. Fog was thick around her ankles but her piercing green eyes had little difficulty watching where she was stepping. In a few minutes the sand was wet and nearly solid, and she could smell the tangy, crisp scent of freshwater. She loved being near the water but she didn’t dare dip her toes in, just in case she fell and got swept away. Wings carved into the air with ease, but they were a hindrance in the water.

She chuckled at a remark the owl made, nodded, and allowed the bird fly off the perch of her arm and glide away. The young woman followed, catching the breeze and rising only a foot or two as she made her way deeper into the trees. The owl remained her guide and they moved to the beat of the chorus of birds surrounding them, hiding in the shadows.

The owl hooted again, signaling that she wasn’t alone. Immediately she dropped silently to the ground and watched her companion rest on a nearby pine, watching her intently with wide eyes. She followed, molding her body against the smooth bark of the tree and willing the other away so maybe she could once again start singing.
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Post Tue Sep 23, 2008 12:19 am

Re: Wings Over Water

The doe followed this girl as she headed toward the beach. They were actually doubling back the way she had come. She watched and waited, and just before deciding to leave, the owl gave her away. At the girl's sudden reaction, the deer started violently. She eased into her normal human shape and stood steady, tyring to calm her nerves from the scare the deer's instincts had given her and wanting to avoid further rattling this stranger.

"Be easy, wing-singer. I mean you no harm. I heard your lovely song and could not help but stop to listen. And having never met you before I wanted to introduce myself. I'm Vineda, and I am truly sorry for giving you such a fright."

She offered a gentle smile and held her finger out to her own feathered friend, a finch that had a home near her meadow. She had been walking with him this morning, amused at his unusually friendly manner. Her communication with animals was just as difficult for her as the million other things that she had not learned yet, but she called as best she could to her new friend.

He understood her rough attempts well enough and consented in an excited way, twittering as he descended from his nearby post to perch on a finger. She knew she would need to provide evidence for this girl, some sign that she indeed meant no harm.
And I don't know how To slow it down Oh, my mind's racing From chasing pirates.
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