The owl did not fly as often as it had been. Its wing beats were sluggish and lacking in the strength it once had to fly about incessantly seeking an escape. Its behaviour was at times erratic, being mid-flight at one moment and crashing down a lifeless jade figurine in the next heart beat. It gained a voice then, for the first time. It babbled and skipped and made little sense. Repeating. Always repeating. And then came the shrieking..
Aeleid’s plans were postponed until it settled, if it settled at all. But she could not be too terribly disappointed about the new outcome. Suddenly it was all so elegantly circular and she knew that would not be lost on Vittani. She’d wanted to unravel him in the first place, pulling and cutting at strings until she’d made that happen. Now it was all beginning to fall away before her eyes, layer by mutilated layer. She could forgive her warlock for denying her, she decided. More pets for her collection would be unnecessary. All she wanted now was to witness the fall.
Like the legend of the phoenix
All ends with beginnings
What keeps the planet spinning (uh)
The force of love beginning
We’ve come too far to give up who we are
So let’s raise the bar and our cups to the stars
She’s up all night ‘til the sun
I’m up all night to get some
She’s up all night for good fun
I’m up all night to get lucky