[ it doesn’t help that the sun hasn’t risen for weeks, so dark in the streets that falco must follow perle’s snowy glow as the pygmy falcon omen glides as white and mystic as a nearby star in slow drifts and circles to accompany his steps. he carries with him a cradled egg creature in his arms with the warmest of smiles— despite it all, argonaut has truly blessed him this month, hanging on his back and leaving faint, dusty glows in his wake. he was full of hope, he was better than he’s ever been during these months he’s situated himself in trench. he has mushrooms to make soup with. he has books to read, lights to put around the house as much as incense.
there was something in the polluted air regardless that hadn’t sat well with perle. she urged her boy, warned him with a mental nudge to quicken his steps and find an open building to run into, abandoned or otherwise until it was safe to come out. the streets were empty by the time falco begins the search for cover, and his little egg creature had chirped, quite innocently, at the illuminating eyes from within the sockets of a massive skull nearly one with the shadow just at an opening between the street edge of gaze and the mouth of dense trees of woodlands that eventually led to the boardwalk and crenshaw.
falco had frozen cold, and for the quick second his omen had to buy him time lost with his gasp, she grows in size and dives with wings wide and talons flared. she’d go right through the beast, and in the meantime—
i am here to chomp
there was something in the polluted air regardless that hadn’t sat well with perle. she urged her boy, warned him with a mental nudge to quicken his steps and find an open building to run into, abandoned or otherwise until it was safe to come out. the streets were empty by the time falco begins the search for cover, and his little egg creature had chirped, quite innocently, at the illuminating eyes from within the sockets of a massive skull nearly one with the shadow just at an opening between the street edge of gaze and the mouth of dense trees of woodlands that eventually led to the boardwalk and crenshaw.
falco had frozen cold, and for the quick second his omen had to buy him time lost with his gasp, she grows in size and dives with wings wide and talons flared. she’d go right through the beast, and in the meantime—
falco bolts. ]