O watched with a furious intensity that Jayati would’ve scolded her for in a kind way. Friends, she needed friends for whatever reason and so far her journey to make amends had not been terribly disappointing. She had met Graham after all. He had been nothing but kind to her. She found herself comfortable with the idea that they could coexist but new people, new things took a bit to settle in. The fibers of his shirt were distinct to her, she could see every strand of his dark hair, and the color of his eyes as illuminated by the moon did not go unnoticed.
“You should be.” Those three words were muffled by her feathers.
A shiver from the nest of feathers and another moment she was stretching them again. Her movement was agile, graceful. O shot herself up into the air, wings flapping enough to gain enough momentum to propel her away from the top of the swing set. It took only a few moments and she was landing on the cold ground opposite from where he stood. Silent she stood, wings folding against her back. He was taller but she held no fear. They had a swing set between them.
Curious, studious came the observation. Her dark eyes were nowhere near the intriguing hue of his. Desperate for distance and independence she made herself stay put, fighting the urge to get closer.