Word count: 300 on the nose, according to google docs Drabble:
Why did you assume learning to fly would be any different than learning to walk?
I shot a glare at Jareth, who somehow managed to project wry amusement from his impassive owl face.
Pay attention, or you’ll pitch right off the ledge again.
Gaaaaah. Damn him, but he was right. Again. I peevishly snapped my beak at him and then raised both wings to the wind currents, trying to feel their warp and weft in my bones.
His exasperation was a hot breath along my neck. Stop trying so hard, and take a step. It’s a little fall and nothing more.
Ha! And what happened the last time you mentioned something was “nothing more”? I seem to recall crystals popping like soap bubbles in my hand.
How can I teach you to fly if you don’t trust me or yourself?
I silently cursed myself again for making that damned ignorant wish. Learn to fly as a shapeshifter, he said. I’m bound by your wish, he said. It’ll be fun, he said.
Really, I should have suspected.
An owl beak nipped me out of my reverie. Sarah. Attend.
Do that again and I’ll bite you right back.
Promises, promises.
It was a good thing raven faces didn’t show furious blushes. You’re a pain in the ass as a teacher, you know?
You’re not the first to notice. But you’ll be the first to utterly fail to learn to fly if you don’t find that trust inside yourself.
I blushed again, for entirely different reasons. I really hate you right now.
Ah, but will you hate me later? I trust not. Especially if you let that avian body do what it was born to.
Fine. You irritating bastard. I stepped off the ledge, with his laughter echoing like feathers in my head.
The first line was so captivating! I really liked that Jareth said "I trust not" instead of "I think not". It made the moment more poignant and framed the humor. Well done!
Hee, so glad you enjoyed it from the very first line! (And the "I trust not" just slipped in there. Once I realized the play on words and themese, it clearly had to stay. ;) )
Drabble:
Why did you assume learning to fly would be any different than learning to walk?
I shot a glare at Jareth, who somehow managed to project wry amusement from his impassive owl face.
Pay attention, or you’ll pitch right off the ledge again.
Gaaaaah. Damn him, but he was right. Again. I peevishly snapped my beak at him and then raised both wings to the wind currents, trying to feel their warp and weft in my bones.
His exasperation was a hot breath along my neck. Stop trying so hard, and take a step. It’s a little fall and nothing more.
Ha! And what happened the last time you mentioned something was “nothing more”? I seem to recall crystals popping like soap bubbles in my hand.
How can I teach you to fly if you don’t trust me or yourself?
I silently cursed myself again for making that damned ignorant wish. Learn to fly as a shapeshifter, he said. I’m bound by your wish, he said. It’ll be fun, he said.
Really, I should have suspected.
An owl beak nipped me out of my reverie. Sarah. Attend.
Do that again and I’ll bite you right back.
Promises, promises.
It was a good thing raven faces didn’t show furious blushes. You’re a pain in the ass as a teacher, you know?
You’re not the first to notice. But you’ll be the first to utterly fail to learn to fly if you don’t find that trust inside yourself.
I blushed again, for entirely different reasons. I really hate you right now.
Ah, but will you hate me later? I trust not. Especially if you let that avian body do what it was born to.
Fine. You irritating bastard. I stepped off the ledge, with his laughter echoing like feathers in my head.
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Well done!
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