HoodedHuntress
Songster
(Let's hope that having his mind set on Xyla will help him with his cleanliness lol)Neo flew home, head in the clouds, heart in his throat. This was the single greatest day in the history of ever. It was just the sun, the sky, and Xyla. He said her name aloud again, and wondered for a moment how one might spell it. It might be a good thing to know. Maybe to start a letter with, or scribble on a brown paper package. It sounded much like it started with a Z, or maybe Xzy? Maybe he could ask the scribe later.
The trees flowed beneath like the meadows of Ireland. A rather bumpy and noisy meadow. With lots of holes in it that lead down to the actual ground, but a meadow nonetheless. The clamor of birds and insects far below lent an ambient hum, and the wind- oh the wind. It was choppy and tossed him in a way that made it hard to fly straight, and very easy do do stupid things. Which, of course, was exactly what he did.
When he got home he was positively giddy. He landed on the hometree and greeted a passerby with a much-to-enthusiastic 'hello!' before darting up the branch to his room.
The door consisted of wooden boards, clinging together by rope and faith. His fingers brushed the handle, only to find it already open. Clothes, carved things, and half-eaten food stuffs lay strewn about the room. The only visible floor was a patch leading from the door to the bed, which wasn't much more than a mattress on the floor. A figure stood at the window, hands folded neatly behind his wings, facing the window. "You're home." was all he said.
Uh-oh, Neo thought, "Hey, dad." He said, kicking a few shirts into the corner.
His father was positively not giddy.
(Will post more tomorrow. Sorry, got to bed.)