April 16th Story's Arrival Who: Story and Open (To a Greeter.) When: Early Morning Where: The fountain What: Arrival Rating: TBD Status: In progress
A single final moment together...just one...in the crashing, pouring rain..and Story stepped away from his embrace, the great bird landing silently behind her. The last thing she wanted to see was his face. His smile, straight down to his ever loving heart. Her skinny hands took hold of the feathers, and in a breath, they were gone, soaring into the sky.
Story pressed her forehead into the warm, damp chest...what if she wasn't who they thought she was. What if she had made another awful mistake. What if she wasn't meant to bring hope to anyone. How was she supposed to lead...anyone?
The wings pumped harder, and she was carried higher into the sky, above the clouds, and all at once, there was the sun...bright, orange, rested against a sea of clouds...oh, how beautiful...And then, they dropped down again. Faster, and faster, and faster--the rushing wind drowned out the flapping wings--in a panic, Story only clutched the down tighter. Was this supposed to happen? Was he testing her courage?
Story did not know when the feathers had slipped from her fingers, or how long she had been falling from the sky. It hurt when she hit, her shoulder and side skidding lightly. Disoriented, she only knew it was freezing. She pressed her hand against the ice, and pushed herself up. Frozen water...oh, it hurt. Story scrambled off the ice and over the side of the fountain, panting, panicking, curling into a small ball.