A Woman's Plight, Phoenix Fire, Reclamation, The Owl

A Night’s Flying

She had brought her walking sticks, planning to keep head high and stature elegant – but in the rush to don final pieces and help get them all through the throngs to the ADA window, she’d forgotten them.

Yet, somehow, she found her legs were working in tandem as they carried her with careful, determined purpose, gliding and turning on heals as needed.

Her magic had arrived to support her.

Funny how when it was over, her body went back to being injured.

The Owl

The Owl

If she were truly herself…if she let herself be seen by them…they would see her moving through the crowd, observing them from different angles at distance, gathering sense of their emotions, interpreting their movements, and cocking her head to shift her focus in deep sounding to gather the meaning behind their vibrations.