he sits at the top of the hill with his legs outstretched along withhis wings.The small lake just at the edge an inviting trek but the darkclouds rolling in over the hills beyond it was enough to give him pause. Hecould be fast. He could just get wet. It wouldn’t matter. But Sera was there,sitting right beside him. Her small fingers running through the curve of hiswing, ruffling feather and skin lightly, not even thinking about it while shethumbed through her sketchbook with his other hand. Looking for inspiration.For something to draw. And while he would have gone with her regardless, theirFather ordered him to go with her anyway to ensure they would be out of thecabin and not disturb him and whatever new experiment he was planning to do.
He could cover them from the rainand the winds. But she seemed comfortable enough he didn’t want to bother. Theycan sneak out and have another day under the sun when Father was off on anothertrip anyway. No time loss for either of them.
Eventually he abandons the ideaand just lies down. The grass underneath him tickling his back through hisshirt as one side of his wings just rested gently against her thigh and therest comfortably on the grass. Only looking up and watching as clouds rolled onabove them and at some point Sera’s fingers returned. Lightly running throughhis plumes. —— @morgensternbled / nice wings things.