(no subject)
She waited outside in the cold night air. She knew that if she were any one else he would be out there to her in moments. He was just that sort of person. It was a test. It was, and that fact suddenly dawned on her why she was so uneasy of him at first. He was her test. She sat silently halfway up her little tree, her hiding spot for the last two days. She knew he was some kind of test for her, but she did not know how his actions were to be marked or scored. That’s what a test was, wasn’t it. A question is asked, an answer is given and the answer is either correct or incorrect. At least that’s how it’s usually done. Her thoughts disintegrate as she hears the back door of the house swing open. Part of her hopes it’s him, part of her fears it will be. The light from the house shines out through the door, silhouetting who ever peers out into the darkness. Her heart pounds faster as she watches the figure move from the door and toward her perch. He stands under her and looks up. He knows she’s there, he’s seen her there for the last two days. She moves down toward him and hearing the little noise she makes, looks up. He smiles at her and her heart lifts again, all worries of this ‘test’ forgotten. He sits under the tree with her as she rests her head against his cheek. She feels unusual warmth between where the two connect, something she’s never been able to experience before. These people were feared by her kind as they so often turned around and caged girls like her. As they sat in the dark her mind wandered back to the ‘test’. She feared him not coming about because she knew that if he did not she would never trust a man again. She feared him coming out for two reasons; the first was the fear that he would never see her home again. The second was that if he were kind hearted, she may never want to see home again. Her thoughts wander again and she stumbles upon the outcome of her ‘test’ she’s happy and content just sitting with him, upon his shoulder, she knows that he would bring no harm to her, and do what he could to prevent it. After years of watching others of her kind and envying them for what they had, she could now call herself one of them, a ‘pet bird’
heh.
heh.