\\\What if the world really <I>is</I> black and white, and we just see it in color because we want to?/// -- Downtown Kothia

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Date Posted: 12:06:46 03/08/03 Sat
Author: Fern~Fyrae
Subject: \\\What if the world really is black and white, and we just see it in color because we want to?///

Fyrae turns her head every which way to take in all the views of the city. The tallest buildings are the objects that take up the most of her interest.
How tall is that one?
Fern looks up into the sun for about the millionth time, shielding her eyes with a hand.
You mean that one over there? 50 stories, I'd say. Why do you keep asking, love?
Fyrae's wings tremble. She had grown even taller now and was just breaching seven feet.
I like heights. Can we go up there now?
Fern snaps her head up to stare at Fyrae for just a moment, then looks back up to the tall building.
Your dreams are my dreams, linked. If you wish to soar the skies, then so be it.
Fyrae nods her head once and continues to stare upwards. With a determined breath she comes out of her trance. Turning so that she is facing one of the smaller buildings on her right, the gold crouches down. With a deep breath she springs upwards, spreading her massive wings to glide over to the building's roof. Fern's heart leaps.
You did it, love! You did it!
Fyrae swivels her head so that her calm gaze is on Fern.
I am not afraid. I have flown!
Banking so that she turns to face Fern, the gold swoops into a controlled dive. Her landing is not all graceful but good for a first time. Fern strokes her Linked's side.
You were wonderful! Just wonderful!
Arching her head to the skies, Fyrae releases a proud bugle. Ah, what a thrilling experience flight was! When the last echo of the trumpet has died away, Fyrae speaks to Fern.
I can carry you now. My back is strong and my paws are sure.
Are you positive? I would be loath to injure you, love. Fern's voice is laced with worry.
I know I can carry you just as I knew I could fly. Your dreams are my dreams as well as the other way around. The confidence in Fyrae's tone is overpowering. Fern nods, then flits her wings into motion. She hovers up and over the gold's back, coming down gently to rest on the provided space for Kilven riders. Making sure that her linked is safe, Fyrae leaps into the skies. Her golden form is no longer the roly-poly shape of a cub but sleek and powerful. Fern seems to radiate with calm happiness, feeling right where she should be upon her Kilven's back. The couple soars above the clouds and away from the city.

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