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Number Four - Whimsy/ Reality
Standing guard outside the Consulate is an important duty. Fraser knows this like he knows the correct way to fill out a WH1-M5/Y requisition form.
Still. That doesn’t mean that he enjoys the hours of standing motionless, subtly flexing and relaxing groups of muscles so that they don’t cramp up and result in an unfortunate incident when his shift is over and the time comes to walk away. It would be unforgivable and horrendously embarrassing if he lost control and let his wings relax out when his shift is over and the time comes to allow the rest of his muscles to relax.
Once he’s settled into position it’s a simple matter to check his posture and then let his mind unwind. Instead of a musty, polluted street filled with gawping tourists, Fraser imagines being in the vast openness of the near-Arctic tundra. He daydreams about the taste of air at seven thousand feet and the feel of wind between his flight feathers and, inside his head, he smiles.
Standing guard outside the Consulate is an important duty. Fraser knows this like he knows the correct way to fill out a WH1-M5/Y requisition form.
Still. That doesn’t mean that he enjoys the hours of standing motionless, subtly flexing and relaxing groups of muscles so that they don’t cramp up and result in an unfortunate incident when his shift is over and the time comes to walk away. It would be unforgivable and horrendously embarrassing if he lost control and let his wings relax out when his shift is over and the time comes to allow the rest of his muscles to relax.
Once he’s settled into position it’s a simple matter to check his posture and then let his mind unwind. Instead of a musty, polluted street filled with gawping tourists, Fraser imagines being in the vast openness of the near-Arctic tundra. He daydreams about the taste of air at seven thousand feet and the feel of wind between his flight feathers and, inside his head, he smiles.