It's been a weird week; certain questions given suggestions of answers, new questions posed. He'd spent the first day wondering if he'd been swapped out of one body and into another, flown over the village worried he'd see himself passed out on the ground, or worse--bird-brained and eating ants.
But he's been in and out of the sky enough times now to realize it's something he's doing, that he can choose to be man or bird, apropos fucking nothing. Some kind of twinge in his wrist, if he recalls. Bitten by a rogue magpie and now turning in the light of the...not full moon? In the middle of the day?
Whatever: point is, he can fucking fly. If this place is going to be an absurd nightmare day in and out, at least let him live that dream. It also just makes getting around easier, and, not knowing how long it'll last--he's staying somewhat close to the ground, somewhat close to home, and also using it as much as possible. Rose, on her morbid errand, will find a magpie sitting on Peeta's grave, setting down a cluster of goldbells like it knows exactly what it's doing.
With half a hop, Kira exchanges the fresh flowers for the withered blossom she came to replace, not surprised to find she's the one doing so. Still getting the hang of taking off, he kicks back off the piled stones, dislodging a few smaller pieces as he pulls himself into the air to wind up on her shoulder.
Magpies can mimic a wide range of sounds, but it's debatable that he manages to croak Rose into her ear before kicking off again, gliding a short distance to a branch and looking back, waiting.
Peeta's Grave
But he's been in and out of the sky enough times now to realize it's something he's doing, that he can choose to be man or bird, apropos fucking nothing. Some kind of twinge in his wrist, if he recalls. Bitten by a rogue magpie and now turning in the light of the...not full moon? In the middle of the day?
Whatever: point is, he can fucking fly. If this place is going to be an absurd nightmare day in and out, at least let him live that dream. It also just makes getting around easier, and, not knowing how long it'll last--he's staying somewhat close to the ground, somewhat close to home, and also using it as much as possible. Rose, on her morbid errand, will find a magpie sitting on Peeta's grave, setting down a cluster of goldbells like it knows exactly what it's doing.
With half a hop, Kira exchanges the fresh flowers for the withered blossom she came to replace, not surprised to find she's the one doing so. Still getting the hang of taking off, he kicks back off the piled stones, dislodging a few smaller pieces as he pulls himself into the air to wind up on her shoulder.
Magpies can mimic a wide range of sounds, but it's debatable that he manages to croak Rose into her ear before kicking off again, gliding a short distance to a branch and looking back, waiting.