:: My head snapped to startled attention at the sound of hooves.. No... No help. Pivoting silently, I changed forms again, moving into the shape of a great white eagle. (Alas, white; as I am by nature a unicorn thus my color is white unless I strive to change that too.)
:: Catching a warm air current, I feel myself being lifted higher and higher. Towards the great blue sky. My eyes mirrored that of the same natural ceiling as I am shilouetted against. Not to leave Rivendell.. Legolas and Athailia will be searching for me soon..
:: I felt slight comfort at the thought my friends, so close. But this pain I am feeling is not that of the flesh, but of the heart. I have mourned before... for great periods of time, yet am never able to finish... To get on with my life...
:: And yet, I do not want to.. To get on with my life would mean to be giving up on his memory... My lazy circles upon great air shafts goes unnoticed by most... Perhaps soon I will return and let Athailia and Legolas talk me out of my terrorfied state of mourning...
:: Soon... But not too soon. I need time to let the cool sping air clear my head of thoughts and my eyes of tears....
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