beating wings | wild things [day 4 leisure]
Nov 7, 2024 15:00:08 GMT -5
Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Nov 7, 2024 15:00:08 GMT -5
Georgie keeps her eyes closed even when the canon sounds. She keeps them closed when Strawberry kicks her feet off the ground and takes flight above the climbing trees. Her excuse is that she is just a kid but she’s a coward for not facing what she just caused.
It doesn’t matter though, they’ll just bring Esther back to life. It’s the magic of it all – the same that magic that keeps her dad alive.
A wicked little princess. She should pinch Umber’s hat and become a wicked little witch. There was no command spell cast but somehow Strawberry connected somewhere to her thoughts. The wyvern followed through with ideas that flashed in her mind. Their bond is barely a full day old, but something is tied together somewhere.
It doesn’t take away the sinking feeling of guilt though. Even this freedom of soaring through the clouds with the sun behind them. Georgie opens her eyes. She was selfish enough to hide the sight of Esther’s body from her brain. It won’t be engrained in her memories, nor in her nightmares. Except Georgie Cham’s imagination likes to run wild. She can’t see Strawberry’s mouth or claws from her back, what if the wyvern is saving her meal for later? Georgie slowly inches her head forwards, trying to see Strawberry’s ruby claws. There’s no body hanging from them but there is some rusty piece of metal, like a bucket.
Strawberry slowly begins to descend, at the same speed as Umber and Noah’s wyverns. They’re on the edge of the humongous tree forest, in a clearing where all three wyverns can perfectly land.
Georgie doesn’t immediately dismount from Strawberry’s back. She exhales and keeps reminding herself: they’ll collect Esther, patch her up and send her back home. There’s a vault somewhere, like the one her dad ended up in. He doesn’t talk much of his time in the games, only of the friends he made in the arena like Angel and Annie. Most of all she knows about the 80th is from the Games archives.
She’s hesitant to stand on her own two feet. What do Umber and Noah think of her now? To kill someone so brutally… (Or so she thinks it was brutal). She was the deliverer but not the witness. How does that even work? Princesses do not slay the innocents in their realms. But they do rescue their friends. I am not a murderer, I am a hero! And Noah is still standing, with his own wyvern by her side.
Strawberry flops to the ground, as if she is about to roll so Georgie has no chance but to hit the deck. She narrowly dodges the rusty bucket that the wyvern flicks from her claws. Georgie hurries after it, like a dog who has been thrown a toy. It’s not just a stray piece of metal, it’s full of trinkets. More treasures that the arena has to offer.
She walks up to a hammered looking Noah and a fresh-looking Umber whilst dragging along the rusty bucket on a string. She is sombre, eyes on the ground. Her assurances and imagination can’t quite cure the guilt. It’s cemented inside of her, hardening like stone around her ribcage. It’s a heavy feeling guilt, especially on the chest.
”I don’t want another day like that.” Georgie pleads as she chucks the metal bucket at Noah’s feet. ”I just want to explore and fly with Strawberry…not kill somebody!” Princesses cry, especially little princesses. It’s expected and Georgie doesn’t hide her tears.Dars.
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