2024-07-20 - Tossing and Turning - 7.5

The cheering, the whooping, the gusts of wind curling around Myrcelleth and finally drawing their attention. They were exhausted to put it lightly, so very tired but… this was new. Flight was never something Myrcelleth had the best impression of - how his dirty bronze of a Father spoke of it like a claim, like a race to be won, like something to sneer at your competitors over, but this? This seemed downright cheerful!

Why were they having fun when Father described it so… poorly? Were they all secretly thinking those vile, nasty things that Father did? It didn’t seem to be so - Myrcelleth could usually tell. They seemed to be… genuinely having fun. Twirling around in the air, complimenting each other, even straying to be chased themselves. It was… so strange, so unlike anything that he had heard about in the past.

Maybe Myrcelleth could be there, leading the chase, swirling through the air and letting the others grow weary. Maybe he could feel exactly who wanted him, who wanted to catch his eye just like that green did, maybe he’d just twist in such a way to fall into their grip. Maybe they could be together towards the front as the others either continued their chase or dispersed to have their own fun.

Maybe having a mate could be nice.