Oct. 20th, 2008

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Oct. 20th, 2008 05:49 pm
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[VOICE POST]

I remember watching the Fliers, as a boy, and wondering what it would be like to join them. What they were; how they hung, suspended, no greater than dragonflies. Featureless against the brilliant thread of the sun; like the shadows of those who strode the Aureate Path. Fliers, I know now, are men; small and slender, I imagine so that their wings will take their weight.

A wiser man than I might have understood more, about what holds them in the air; it's as much like magic to me now as it was when I was a child, though I've seen those gossamer wings up close. [muttered] Pas guide you, Iolar; and Hierax watch over you...

Last week I found myself winged, and it was... a curious experience. I was a night chough; it reminded me strongly of home. It must be different, to be a Flier; to experience that with the full knowledge of oneself as a man.

I remember running into a black cat, who I feel certain must have been some friend of mine, and wanted to say thank you, for not trying to eat me.

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