Teasers for the Friendly Neighborhood Anonymous Prompt/Donor
So Anonymous knows I'm working on their commissions from the December call. ;-)
Porter stared at the strange girl who had so tidily taken control of their lives - Arundel’s more than his, certainly, but still. Then it hit him. “Right. Come on, Arun.” He dropped to his knees and got a shoulder under his friend’s arm. “Stand up, that’s it.”
“Ow,” Arundel complained weakly.
“Yeah, I know. Those look like they’re gonna hurt worse than a tail and my ears did. But you gotta stand up.”
“Stand up,” Sylvia echoed, and with a muffled whimper, Arundel made it to his feet. “That’s better.” She slid herself under his other arm.
Flying, Arundel was learning, was hard work, and exhausting. Even though Mr. Hawk told him that it wasn't all in the muscles - "If you were doing this all with physical strength, you'd never get off the ground. Your flight is as much a part of your magic as, well, whatever you innate power is going to be," - there was certainly a lot of something going on with his body, moving these new, strange, massive wings, keeping himself going.
And, of course, there was the falling. He wasn't, he discovered, frightened of falling, but it hurt, and he liked to avoid the pain...
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Porter stared at the strange girl who had so tidily taken control of their lives - Arundel’s more than his, certainly, but still. Then it hit him. “Right. Come on, Arun.” He dropped to his knees and got a shoulder under his friend’s arm. “Stand up, that’s it.”
“Ow,” Arundel complained weakly.
“Yeah, I know. Those look like they’re gonna hurt worse than a tail and my ears did. But you gotta stand up.”
“Stand up,” Sylvia echoed, and with a muffled whimper, Arundel made it to his feet. “That’s better.” She slid herself under his other arm.
Flying, Arundel was learning, was hard work, and exhausting. Even though Mr. Hawk told him that it wasn't all in the muscles - "If you were doing this all with physical strength, you'd never get off the ground. Your flight is as much a part of your magic as, well, whatever you innate power is going to be," - there was certainly a lot of something going on with his body, moving these new, strange, massive wings, keeping himself going.
And, of course, there was the falling. He wasn't, he discovered, frightened of falling, but it hurt, and he liked to avoid the pain...
This entry was originally posted at http://aldersprig.dreamwidth.org/240572.html. You can comment here or there.