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Date Posted: 16:23:47 12/14/02 Sat
Author: Kalub
Subject: ...discontent...

The sour air he carried was something similar to his fathers'. But the boy of twelve years enters the stable, attempting to keep his stale mood to himself. But he simply reeks of self-detestment. What made it so that he, of all born halflings, could not fly? He had wings, did he not? They were right there -- mounted upon his back in red feathered glory. They were supposed to carry him into the air, but the greatest good they had done him so far was to draw not the soft lift of flight, but stares from the oppressing crowds of Kavanagh.

You'd think they've never seen a wingli before, he speaks to himself, grimly. But when I can fly, I'll just...fly away next time they stare at me!

Unfortunately, that time had not come yet. His attempts had only barely lifted his boyish weight from the ground several feet. He chose to accept his father's advice and not dive feet-first from a cliff in vain effort. That kind of logic was unusual for a boy his age. But after twelve years of knowing the solid figure he called 'father' and the willoy, clever woman he called 'mother'....it did him some right to be both wise and resourceful...even if he was frequently tempted to ignore his parent's warning and leap from the nearest ledge.

But his chance would only lie later. For now, his pale looks, rusty hair and his failure wings would have to define him as a halfing. To fly...it was still a dream.

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Replies:

-/-Change is Inevitable-\- -- Ellen, 16:46:23 12/19/02 Thu
- ...glance... -- Kalub, 13:40:07 12/21/02 Sat
  - -/-Change is Inevitable-\- -- Ellen, 17:06:20 12/21/02 Sat
    - ...startled... -- Kalub/Amarant, 13:42:37 12/29/02 Sun
      - -/-Change is Inevitable-\- -- Ellen, 07:57:00 12/30/02 Mon