Returning to Land

[featherborn]

The eagle circles one final time over the trees, wings stretched to their full. Freedom at its best. There is a slow spiralling dissent onto a tree in the middle of the forest. Moments later the eagle vanishes, and there is blond woman sitting in its place. Katya settles down on the study branch, swinging her legs while she reaches for the backpack she left there earlier.

She ties her hair back and slides the old faithful baseball down shading her face. Well, back to be landlocked for another day or so. She rips open a Mars bar with her teeth and toasts the skies and spits the wrapper to the ground cursing her employers at the circus.

If she could have her way, she would live in the forest where she could fly every day and ignore the rest of the world.

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[featherborn]

"I hate the days I cannot get out of the city," she admits as she turns down a side street to a small cafe. "They make. No that is not correct English...ask that I do the matinee on a Saturday."

She tilts her head skywards. "I could stay up there for days looking down on the world."

[lovestofly]

"Yeah..." There's a dreamlike quality to his voice there, that says very clearly that he knows exactly what she means. While he's never been a stranger to just kicking back in a couch to watch a god movie, he's always spent much of his free time up in the sky. Even before.

[featherborn]

That earns him a very warm smile. Katya is beginning to see him as a kindred spirit when it comes to shape shifting. When they reach the counter she puts down enough to cover both. "My treat," she says firmly. It seems only fair since he waited around for her.

And he can always return the favour another time if he cares to.

[lovestofly]

He was prepared to pay, but he's smart enough not to argue the issue. If she wants to pay, she can pay.

Having gotten their coffees - his black and unsweetened and strong and plenty of it - they find a table out of the way. "So what about you, then. Was the eagle a conscious choice?"

[featherborn]

"No," she says briefly. "I am not sure what I would have chosen, I only know I would have picked a bird." She wraps her fingers around the mug and blows on it. Even though it is still too warm she welcomes the burning sensation of the hot liquid as she swallows it.

"Though I would never want another form now."

[lovestofly]

He recalls then what she had asked him, if someone else had chosen for him.

"Was someone else involved in the decision?" He can't quite imagine something like that, but the world is a strange place, and though he honestly knows more than most about that, he doesn't know everything.

[featherborn]

"Yes. In Russia...." She pauses. "You must serve a couple of years in the army. They like long ranged birds to spy. To find bogged down soldiers." She shakes her head clearing the memory. "I left the country the second I could afterwards."

The laugh that follows is quite light. "You could say I ran away to join the circus."

[lovestofly]

He responds to that laugh with a warm and friendly smile. He looks quite young but there re some wrinkles around his eyes that suggests he does smile a lot.

"Quite literary. Well, I'd chose the circus over the army too, any day."

[featherborn]

"That is because you are a free spirit too." Her accent is not that noticeable, she has spent enough years here to loose the thickness. "I do admire those who serve. It does suit some personality types."

She sets the mug down. "What is your day or night job?"

[lovestofly]

He makes a vague sort of gesture, pausing for a sip of his steaming black coffee before answering. "I bounce around a bit, but I've mostly done various forms of social work. A fair lot of counseling, I guess you could say. I like working with people, and helping those who need it, in whatever way I can."

[featherborn]

"I can see that," she says gently. "You have made it easy for me to talk, and I have barely spoken to you for more than few hours. And I am not generally....how do you say it....a people person?"

[lovestofly]

"Hence enjoying getting out of the city and up in the sky?" And him choosing a form that makes it easy to remain in the city as well and going out from it.

[featherborn]

She nods. "When I get holidays, I go camping. Somewhere with no civilisation in sight. Those days flying, they are best, and at night I can see the stars." Proper stars. "Personal question but what is the longest you've spent in Sparrow form without a break?

[lovestofly]

"Not so long. A day, a day and a half, perhaps. I do enjoy it, and I love the freedom of flying. But I also enjoy being human, with all that entails. Lazy Sunday mornings, coffee, playing and listening to music, spending time with people..." He smiles warmly. "You know, those little things."

[featherborn]

Her eyes shut for a moment, picturing the scene on a lazy sunday morning. "Baking, dancing. Singing in the kitchen." Oh there are so many little things that make everything worth while. "It sounds like lazy Sunday mornings are sacred. I have not learn the art of the lie in."

[lovestofly]

"No? I've perfected it," he says with a wide grin. And indeed, all those things she said; baking and dancing and singing in the kitchen, those are all things he used to do, all the time.

Things are different now, though. But, on the rare occasion he might get free access to a kitchen, he can still whip up a treat, just for the sheer pleasure of it.

[featherborn]

It does fit his laid back attitude. "How long did it take you to perfect it?" she says with amusement. "Months? Years?" It is strange that it is something to be perfected.

She tilts her head and laughs as she realises her own mistake. "You do not perfect, you simply enjoy more?"

[lovestofly]

"Well, if we're putting things simply, then yep, well put." LEaning back in hsi chair the way he is, he looks like someone well at ease and relaxed.

"I used to stress a lot but wise up sometime after college. Though to myself that free time is something to enjoy and not spend on working even more. So. And I think that spending some time on being lazy is just healthy."

[featherborn]

"I must learn some of the techniques that used to destress." Saying and doing it are two very different things.

What did you stress about?" She is curious, she would have thought he would be more stressed out know helping people with their dark secrets and carrying them around with him.

[lovestofly]

"Just the usual that everyone stresses about, I suppose. School and grades, then work and money being tight, relationships and what-not." He shrugs and pauses for another sip of coffee. His cup is emptying rather fast. "I think the key thing is to realize that stressing about it doesn't make it any better."

[featherborn]

She signal for two more cups of coffee to be brought to them and nods. Once you start to stress about one, you stress about the rest. "But not stressing and caring can make them worse." She smiles wryly. "In some ways the army was easy. Orders. Food. Fighting. I didn't have to worry about people and how to get on with them."

[lovestofly]

"Not caring, sure. Not stressing, though?" He pulls a bit of a disagreeing face. "Though I suppose there's the whole good stress and bad stress thing."

Ah, more coffee. Ever since his high school days, coffee had been his addiction of choice.

"Can't say I know what that's like. I never had so much as a thought to join the army, myself."

[featherborn]

"It is not always easy to control."

And coffee is what she uses to keep herself on her feet when she gets up early in the morning for a long flight. It is utterly worth it, and as a bonus, she does enjoy the taste a lot.

"I would not recommend it. What you see.... I think it might break someone who cares about people."

[lovestofly]

For the first time his smile fades and he looks a bit sad. "So do some of the things you might see as a social worker, I'll admit." He sighs. "But that's comparing apples to oranges, I think. I doubt it's really comparable."

[featherborn]

"I can only imagine," she says gently and reaches over the table to touch his arm. She wonders and hopes that he has someone to go home to, someone who can take his mind off what he listens to. "I would think it worse for you. My ghosts are only my own."