T H I S D O O R I S A L W A Y S O P E N . T H I S D O O R I S A L W A Y S O P E N .NO ONE HAS THE GUTS TO SHUT US OUTTHIS NIGHT IS WINDING DOWN BUT TIME MEANS NOTHING AS ALWAYS
“Oh, don’t cry, we’ll get you back home in no time Little One,”
Nydia ran a fingertip over the little bluebird’s feathers ridged along his spine gently, and smiled fondly at the bird. She kissed his beak with a small peck and giggled inwardly. She adored babies, human or otherwise. With a small sigh, she curled her feet from under her thighs and situated herself into a cross-legged position. Cupping her hands, she made him a bit more comfortable in the makeshift nest she had created with her palms. There was no doubt, her milky white skin was a few sights better than twigs and straw. The poor little thing flitted quietly, and cooed flicking his eyes closed. She smiled contently and tilted her head slightly, trying to imagine what the little thing was doing. She watched his pulsing aura quietly, lips set tight as she pondered this; why animals auras were so much brighter, so much more pure than humans, or vampires and lycans for that much. They were yellow at the center, and white and vivid around the edges, ebbing in and out with different hues, depending on the animal. In his case, it was blue! How quaint. She sighed happily at this thought and shifted her fingers slightly. The winged, feathered toddler in her hands chirped quietly in his sleep and propped an eye open.
Lazily, Nydia laid back, bringing her feet out and staying still as she set him on her chest. The bird fretted for a moment, and quickly fluffed his feathers for another nap. Situated in the center of her chest, nestled warmly, he completely forgot the fact that not only had he fallen from his nest, but was in the hands of the most dangerous predator on earth. Niddy flexed her bare feet and closed her eyes, letting her hands spread out at her sides. She took a deep breath of the spicy Autumn air and grinned happily, enjoying the crisp chill in the air. Warm enough to wear just a dress, but cool enough to enjoy one’s self without worrying about sweating.
Currently, the Alpha was wearing her typical white dress. Long, free, curling wildly about her tiny, lithe figure. It’s lace was amazingly still in one piece, without a smudge or even the slightest hint of dirt. Wrapped neatly about her midsection was a large blue bow, and to no surprise it was covered in leaves. But, that was how Nydia liked it. She loved being a part of the forest, it felt like him, it felt right. She was more at home out there, then in her large bedroom, having Tabitha watch over her like some sort of rabid watchdog. She wouldn’t be surprised to know some of her Uncle’s mutts were prowling about. But, she couldn’t smell any of them, which meant they were smart enough to stay quite a distance away. They could sense her, she was sure, but they couldn’t find her, not unless they really put their noses to the ground. It’s like being in a dark room, and knowing someone is there, but not being able to find them, not unless you concentrate all your senses on nothing but that.
Nydia blinked her eyes open and stared at the bird for a moment before inevitable giving into saying something. Silence only suited her for so long. “You know, Little One, you aren’t really blue,” she began, petting his head with the tip of her finger. He flitted his feathers and chirped. She nodded to herself, “Shocking, I know,” she said, tapping his beak and she hitched her mouth upwards and continued, “Unlike many other bird colors, blue is not a pigment but a color produced by the structure of the feathers,” she said lazily, sitting up and rolling him into her hands again. He had a fit at that one, she quickly calmed him and looked about. “Where is your mamma anyway? I suppose that must be your nest,” she said, pointing blindly at a small concentrated clump of scents. She could also faintly see the auras of two other small little birds. “Right,” she said, standing up and brushing her dress off. She gently too the hem in her hands, and created a pouch to set him in. “As I was saying,” she said, padding the medium sized oak. She swung her hand up, and gripped the first branch with her fingers.
“Tiny air pockets and melanin pigment crystals-” she said, with a grunt, hoisting herself up with ease and steadying her feet another branch. A simple four feet off the ground now, Nydia took a deep breath and reached for another branch. “In each feather-,” she paused again, easily hoisting herself higher onto another branch, “-scatter blue light and absorb the other wavelengths.” Nydia balanced on a thin branch, reached up, unable to feel a branch within easy lifting reach. She tucked the bird tightly to her stomach, and crouched her body somewhat, tightening the muscles in her legs.
With a single sprint, she had managed to put a few feet into her leap and caught onto the third branch, keeping her swing in full motion, she easily, maneuvered her body all the way to the top in a somewhat difficult 360 degrees. Taking a shaky breath, she straightened out her grimace somewhat and kept talking to calm her frazzled nerves. It was common knowledge that Nydia Leblanc, did not like heights. At a young age she fell eleven feet from a tree, and broke several bones. Of course, now that was no issue, but it was also very common for lycans and vampires alike to have ‘left over’ humans fears. This one stuck.
The girl tried to stop the gentle shaking that began at her ankles, and quivered up her spine, but she was having no luck. She sighed and went on talking again, “So. The even finer structure of the feather gathers the bouncing blue wavelengths together and directs them outward.” She leaned against the tree for a moment and took a deep breath. Smiling, she opened the ‘pouch’ to look at her little friend. He chirped and rolled about slightly. “That beautiful blue light leaves the feather of this Mountain Bluebird to dazzle the eye of the beholder—a trick of the light,” she said happily, creasing her eyes with a bright smile. “I envy those that get to look upon your brilliant little feathers, Little One,” she cooed, holding him tightly again.
She was only a branch away now, and with another leap, she could easily make it. She just needed a moment to gather her thoughts. After a few seconds, she situated her feet firmly, and faced the direction of the thin branch steadily. She inhaled deeply, and held it there, crouching again, and leaping forward to grab the branch with one hand. She caught it, but it quickly snapped under her weight. Panicing, she braced a foot against the trunk, and jumped to an adjacent tree, just barely knicking her side on the spike, that was once a branch. She whimpered slightly, and hung onto the adjacent tree’s numerous branched with fear. Her body gave a small jolt as the small gash against her ribs seeped with blood. It didn’t hurt as much as it should, but she still didn’t like the pain. It would be much worse for a human. She quickly checked on the bluebird, and was relived to see he was fine, just a little frightened, as was his right. A strange woman was trying to kill him by falling on him. As small as Nydia was, it was quite obvious she could obliterate the youngling in a single flick of her fingers.
Well, needles to say, Nydia wasn’t going to give up yet. Quickly, she leaned forward and pulled herself back onto the tree with the nest, and this time, made sure the branch was sturdy. Directly above it, was another branch, with a y shaped end. In the crook of it, was the little bluebird’s nest. Relieved, she took the little fellow out of her dress, and placed his gently next to his siblings, who erupted into a fit of chirps when she did so.
“Oh, hush,” she mumbled, leaning against the trunk and touching her side gently. Ugh. That was going to take a while to heal. She kissed her little friend once more before angling back down. And, in true Nydia fashion, she had forgotten there was a five foot gap where that broken branch had once been. As you can guess, she stepped falsely downwards, and her foot met midair, where said branch should have been. With a soft shriek, Nydia Leblanc, famous and renowned worldwide, leader of the Blanc pack, public orator extraordinaire, plummeted downwards eleven feet, again, into the forest floor. As this was happening, just barely, in the back of her mind, she knew someone was watching. Her cheeks flushed red, even as she was falling. Her body met the layer of leaves scattered over the mossy bed beneath, and she groaned, laying motionless in the ring of shame she had created for herself. Graceful, as always.
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