Post by Failyn on Oct 24, 2010 11:40:26 GMT -6
I do my happy go lucky
Failyn was outside, along one of the beaches less visited by the winged people. It was the perfect day out - a few clouds dotting the sky, the warming sun pouring over everything, the air warm but cooled by a slight breeze off the ocean. So Failyn was using her afternoon to play with the 2-and-a-half-month old gryffins. They were four kids total, but one of them (the one Failyn called Gya) had stayed home with her mom. The other three, though, were all for playing hide-and-go-seek-tag. There were lots of rocks along this beach, so they would hide behind them. It was just an accepted rule that they wouldn't use their wings to see everything (that was cheating) but COULD use their wings as a boost while they were running to catch or running away.
Right then, Failyn was It. She suspected that the only boy (Jard) of the group was behind the next rock, and she was creeping up on him, trying not to laugh and give herself away. She grinned, getting closer and closer to the rock, while at the same time quietly spreading her wings to jump over the rock and catch him.
So well
Hidden behind Failyn's care-free exterior was something not quite as glad with the world, something she supressed in order to maintain her constant happiness. Something that the baby gryffins threatened to recall.
She was three when her mother left her - just old enough to remember what happened. Her mom had promised to send back letters, and with a child's impatience had asked her dad almost constantly if the letter was there yet. At first, her father had found it amusing, laughing whenever she asked, and promising too that it'd be here soon. But days went by, then weeks. Failyn's questions never stopped, but her father had stopped laughing, but still promised, "Soon, Failyn. Your mother's letters will be here soon." Eventually he added "They must be lost in the mail." But after a couple months, he admitted he didn't know if the letters would be coming after all. After a year, he sat Failyn down - she had never stopped asking. Her mom and dad had promised the letters, after all. Promised. He told her that mommy might never come back - he had never gotten even a single letter.
Of course, four at this point, Failyn didn't understand so well. She wanted to know why she wasn't coming, wasn't her mommy supposed to send letters and presents and come back home with stories? Failyn loved stories, and her mom had said she'd bring back so many she wouldn't even be able to remember them all, no matter how many times her mom told them. But her dad repeated again that that probably wouldn't happen.
In the way of a child, Failyn told her dad he was lying, that of course mommy was coming back home, and left the house crying. She didn't know why her dad would say such a mean thing. Thus came the first time she played with the baby griffyns. They were newborn - five of them. It took awhile, but - maybe because of Failyn's own youth - the gryffins' mother eventually let Failyn play with them.
After hours of play, Failyn forgot how mean her dad had been, and went home, telling her dad all about her day. She went to bed exhausted.
The next morning, she went to play with her new friends again. Over night, one of them had falled off the edge of the cliff and died. Again, Failyn couldn't understand why the baby wouldn't play too.
Out of that flock, only one survived. Thus, Failyn's lesson in Sometimes Things Just Don't Come Back.
I'm even fooling myself
But Failyn wasn't thinking of any of that now. She was thinking that she was going to tag Jard in three...two...one! She leapt over the rock, her wings propelling her over. She landed on Jard, and they rolled on top of eachother, Failyn laughing. Disentagnling themselves, Jard nipped her hand affectionately. Then the other two - Kamrn and Tella - came squawking over and their game of hide-and-tag became a wrestling match.
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Lyrics from Steps' Happy Go Lucky
Failyn was outside, along one of the beaches less visited by the winged people. It was the perfect day out - a few clouds dotting the sky, the warming sun pouring over everything, the air warm but cooled by a slight breeze off the ocean. So Failyn was using her afternoon to play with the 2-and-a-half-month old gryffins. They were four kids total, but one of them (the one Failyn called Gya) had stayed home with her mom. The other three, though, were all for playing hide-and-go-seek-tag. There were lots of rocks along this beach, so they would hide behind them. It was just an accepted rule that they wouldn't use their wings to see everything (that was cheating) but COULD use their wings as a boost while they were running to catch or running away.
Right then, Failyn was It. She suspected that the only boy (Jard) of the group was behind the next rock, and she was creeping up on him, trying not to laugh and give herself away. She grinned, getting closer and closer to the rock, while at the same time quietly spreading her wings to jump over the rock and catch him.
So well
Hidden behind Failyn's care-free exterior was something not quite as glad with the world, something she supressed in order to maintain her constant happiness. Something that the baby gryffins threatened to recall.
She was three when her mother left her - just old enough to remember what happened. Her mom had promised to send back letters, and with a child's impatience had asked her dad almost constantly if the letter was there yet. At first, her father had found it amusing, laughing whenever she asked, and promising too that it'd be here soon. But days went by, then weeks. Failyn's questions never stopped, but her father had stopped laughing, but still promised, "Soon, Failyn. Your mother's letters will be here soon." Eventually he added "They must be lost in the mail." But after a couple months, he admitted he didn't know if the letters would be coming after all. After a year, he sat Failyn down - she had never stopped asking. Her mom and dad had promised the letters, after all. Promised. He told her that mommy might never come back - he had never gotten even a single letter.
Of course, four at this point, Failyn didn't understand so well. She wanted to know why she wasn't coming, wasn't her mommy supposed to send letters and presents and come back home with stories? Failyn loved stories, and her mom had said she'd bring back so many she wouldn't even be able to remember them all, no matter how many times her mom told them. But her dad repeated again that that probably wouldn't happen.
In the way of a child, Failyn told her dad he was lying, that of course mommy was coming back home, and left the house crying. She didn't know why her dad would say such a mean thing. Thus came the first time she played with the baby griffyns. They were newborn - five of them. It took awhile, but - maybe because of Failyn's own youth - the gryffins' mother eventually let Failyn play with them.
After hours of play, Failyn forgot how mean her dad had been, and went home, telling her dad all about her day. She went to bed exhausted.
The next morning, she went to play with her new friends again. Over night, one of them had falled off the edge of the cliff and died. Again, Failyn couldn't understand why the baby wouldn't play too.
Out of that flock, only one survived. Thus, Failyn's lesson in Sometimes Things Just Don't Come Back.
I'm even fooling myself
But Failyn wasn't thinking of any of that now. She was thinking that she was going to tag Jard in three...two...one! She leapt over the rock, her wings propelling her over. She landed on Jard, and they rolled on top of eachother, Failyn laughing. Disentagnling themselves, Jard nipped her hand affectionately. Then the other two - Kamrn and Tella - came squawking over and their game of hide-and-tag became a wrestling match.
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Lyrics from Steps' Happy Go Lucky
