two ❚ voice.

[willbereborn.livejournal.com]

[ The sound that comes through the vine is almost like a little sad wail - it is not human, but it's not eerie. It is an odd noise, yes, but strangely as if it has a soul. The wail dims until there's a little hiccup and a muffled voice comes whining. Oh, yes, the little bird is complaining because, boy, this cold does not sit well with a bird of fire. ]

It's so cold, too cold, I don't like this, no. [ Whine, whine, whine, almost like a petulant little child. ] I want to go hooommeee. But I can't, can't even fly away, no, no.

[ Another tiny wail. ]

Let me goooo.


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[yourmother.livejournal.com]

Fly?

[willbereborn.livejournal.com]

[ She nods, even if Rei cannot see her. ]

Fly, away, far, far, far away.

[yourmother.livejournal.com]

How?

[willbereborn.livejournal.com]

[ She finds the question silly, but that's because she sometimes can't grasp the concept that flying isn't normal for some people. ]

Wings, and feathers, and wind and magic.