Post by N!AMH on Jul 11, 2009 17:20:59 GMT -6
White and Blue...
The soft sound of beating wings echoed underneath white and blue. Eye's the shade of a sky-dappled cloud stared ahead; nothingness. One of the protruding "beaks" caught her wing, making Niahm waver in flight and steer sharply upwards. Now her eye's took in not nothing, but white and blue. What a beautiful sight to behold, those clouds whisping about in the necer ending sky. It made Niahm smile for a moment, probably because she remembered why she had come. Only fools travel there, Her thoughts echoed the words a scolding chick had told her. She laughed for a moment, remembering the little ball of feathers with that bewildered and angry face. You forgot that I am a fool, She thought to no on ein particular.
Her white plumage conflicted with the barren brown of the beaks, making her look out of place. With a tilt of her wings, she turned in a semi-circle to skim along the ground back to a lone dead tree. Niamh alighted rather clumsily on the branch, nearly falling off as she clutched the frail branch. With a unflattering squack she righted herself into that regal stature she mangages to hold. With a smirk, Niamh looked around in a subtle way for other birds that might of seen such an embarrasing moment. Niamh didn't want to emberrass the Ithilians anymore than she already had. With a ruffle of her feather she craned her head so it rested on her large chest. A sigh blew through her small nostrils and closed her eye's.