8/11/2023 0 Comments Mytho princess tutu![]() He stopped beside the worn, antique desk in the living room, ink-stained fingers turning an open book slightly so it was angled where he could read the old, cramped handwriting. Come on, dummy.”įakir flicked the single feather that refused to lay flat on her head, then left her to decide if he was teasing her or not. If you want to go for a swim today I’ll have to break the ice for you. And though they were no longer a part of any story but their own, his ability to understand her had improved as he’d accepted his role as a writer. She didn’t ask with words of course, being merely a duck, but Fakir had an uncanny ability to parse her meaning from body language and voice. ![]() Slowly she lifted her head to peer up into his green eyes, quietly inquiring if there was really snow. But the prospect of snow caught her interest. “Is that the sort of day it is? You don’t want to see the snow?”Īt first Ahiru quacked drowsily into her own feathers, warm and content in her nest. He reached one hand to tease yellow feathers when Ahiru stubbornly curled into a smaller ball than she already was. “Hey sleepy,” Fakir addressed her as he climbed onto the bed. Now that she could no longer chide Fakir into feeding the birds which had gone south for the winter she was even less inclined to get up with the sun. Whether she was a duck or a girl, Ahiru had never been a morning person. It still brought a smile every time he confirmed she was still there, that she hadn’t been lost to the story. Beside his pillow at the head of the bed, a nest of twigs and bright ribbons and soft, downy yellow duck feathers still contained the sleeping shape of Ahiru. The bed was unmade, blankets thrown haphazardly from when Fakir had awakened and gone to look at the snow through more than the tiny window over the bed. Fakir crossed the room in a few strides, leaning into the bedroom to look for her. It wasn’t much to speak of, just a tiny kitchen and a sitting room, a bedroom and a bath. He stepped back inside and let the door close behind him, turning to look into the dimly lit cabin interior. “Ahiru, come see the lake,” he called back into the cabin. Another inch maybe? Perhaps if he was going to live at the edge of a town that still bore the vestiges of enchantment, he should learn to read the weather better. Although he ought to go back in and get a coat, he found himself grinning at the transformed landscape, grinning at the sky, heavy and grey with snow it had yet to shed. He let it go, coughing as he did and watching the mist of his breath float away into the early sunlight. ![]() What had started as a heavy rain had changed into snow that transformed the cabin and the pond into a pristine, winter wonderland.įakir inhaled deep the crisp air seared his lungs and it was a struggle to hold it as long as he did. An overnight cold snap had left the pond covered in ice, solid and glistening in the morning sun. ![]() The lake was like something out of a dream. ![]()
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