Painting by Claire Innes ~ http://claireinnes.co.uk/a1-gallery3.asp?roomID=421&pictureID=3306 ~
Hey, Happily Ever After folk. I was feeling down so I treated myself to writing the next part of Romance’s Red Ribbon. I hope you enjoy. For the first part see my post titled, Escape to Romance.
Regional Prince Zrejovv
THREE
Regional Prince Zrejovv raised his leather-bound forearm meeting the curious eyes of his hawk, a large species with black-tipped feathers. The hawk’s coloring ranged from buff to the browns of tree bark. “What do you think, my friend?” The Prince roved a resigned eye over the inches-high pile of delivered parchment messages, covering most of the grand desk. “Which one would you choose first?” Zrejovv observed the scanning motion of Terrut’s majestic head. Moments later, his hawk reared back, seeming to recoil from the weighty responsibility. “Yes, you may have your freedom while I my tediousness. Is it not fair?”
Zrejovv smiled at the comedy against himself, carrying Terrut to his window perch. He pressed a kiss to one of his hawk’s wings before lifting his forearm to the wide stone that served as a launch point. The morning rise of the sun warmed the manor house, the white-gold rays brightening his personal rooms in a manner he always enjoyed. With a high short squawk of thanks, Terrut leapt to the window stone. Zrejovv stepped back several paces, watching for his hawk’s winging dive into the freedom of the sky. Instead, Terrut turned toward him and jumped into the air.
Puzzled, Zrejovv spun on his heel, his eye following the hawk’s flight inward. Spreading his wings wide, Terrut slowed swooping over the mound of ribbon-tied scrolls. With a spread of his talons he sank lower, adeptly gripping one of the tiny parchments that lay near the top. On the beating strength of his magnificent wings he rose higher again and circled the enormous room. Streamlining his form, Terrut soared for the window. On impulse Zrejovv extended his arm and opened his hand, waiting. The message scroll dropped into his palm as Terrut arrowed past him, flying into the blue sky.
Savanna
Savanna Kougar
~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
Hey, Happily Ever After folk. I was feeling down so I treated myself to writing the next part of Romance’s Red Ribbon. I hope you enjoy. For the first part see my post titled, Escape to Romance.
Regional Prince Zrejovv
THREE
Regional Prince Zrejovv raised his leather-bound forearm meeting the curious eyes of his hawk, a large species with black-tipped feathers. The hawk’s coloring ranged from buff to the browns of tree bark. “What do you think, my friend?” The Prince roved a resigned eye over the inches-high pile of delivered parchment messages, covering most of the grand desk. “Which one would you choose first?” Zrejovv observed the scanning motion of Terrut’s majestic head. Moments later, his hawk reared back, seeming to recoil from the weighty responsibility. “Yes, you may have your freedom while I my tediousness. Is it not fair?”
Zrejovv smiled at the comedy against himself, carrying Terrut to his window perch. He pressed a kiss to one of his hawk’s wings before lifting his forearm to the wide stone that served as a launch point. The morning rise of the sun warmed the manor house, the white-gold rays brightening his personal rooms in a manner he always enjoyed. With a high short squawk of thanks, Terrut leapt to the window stone. Zrejovv stepped back several paces, watching for his hawk’s winging dive into the freedom of the sky. Instead, Terrut turned toward him and jumped into the air.
Puzzled, Zrejovv spun on his heel, his eye following the hawk’s flight inward. Spreading his wings wide, Terrut slowed swooping over the mound of ribbon-tied scrolls. With a spread of his talons he sank lower, adeptly gripping one of the tiny parchments that lay near the top. On the beating strength of his magnificent wings he rose higher again and circled the enormous room. Streamlining his form, Terrut soared for the window. On impulse Zrejovv extended his arm and opened his hand, waiting. The message scroll dropped into his palm as Terrut arrowed past him, flying into the blue sky.
Savanna
Savanna Kougar
~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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9 comments:
May your heart wing toward happiness...
That's a beautiful flash, Savanna. I love the way you create worlds and character and capture the spirit of the hawk so well.
What a beautiful bird! I love hawks, even though they've hurt my babies.
We have cooper and red-tailed hawks in abundance around here.
I love that you included him and captured him so vividly.
What beautiful images you create.
Lindsay, thanks...
In your Never-Ending story post... another vivid and enchanting part to the story, you have the hawks saying cri, cri, cri... is that being used to express one of the sounds they make?
Bekki, I know, its a major conflict for me because I adore the predator animals like hawks, but I also love the wild critters or birds they prey on...
Or, loving the cougar and the rabbit.
Linda, you're kind. Often, beauty is a solace me... like roses.
Hi Savanna - yes, the sound is one I heard a hawk make. That's how it sounded to me, anyway.
I think we should do a romance of roses... If we have a fav rose, post a pic and say why we love it so much...
Lindsay, a Romance of Roses would be fun and inspirational. Course, about every rose I see is a fave. Still, the Peace Rose holds special place in my heart.
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