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Bird Watching - Survivor00 & Chesire Pup

Survivor00

Survivor00

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Jan 9, 2009
Location
A cardboard box on the side of the road. But it's
(Continued from DRP.)

Curtis could hear the mournful coos from the treehouse from his open window. He frowned, unable to imagine the feelings of loss that the strange girl must have been feeling. He stuffed a T-shirt into his backpack, as well as a flashlight and extra blanket. He took a pillow under his arm, something he could more comfortably sit on, and slipped out of his room. His parents were asleep, or if the sound of the TV coming from their room was any indication, to preoccupied to notice him. Curtis stopped in the kitchen, not sure just what to feed her. Some birds ate seed and grain, others ate meatâ?¦ He grabbed a Tupperware and scooped some of the leftovers into it. Some meat, some vegetables, and a few pieces of bread.

Sneaking out of the house, he walked to the backyard, to the base of the tree. Her coos were louder now. â??Donâ??t be afraidâ?¦Iâ??m coming up, okay?â? He called softly, climbing the old ladder. Heâ??d have to fix it if he was planning to be coming up here often. He stuck his head in, checking to make sure where she was before climbing in. He had to be careful around her. There wasnâ??t a lot of room in here and he didnâ??t want to crush her. He set the pillow on the floor and sat on it cross-legged, giving her room. â??Itâ??s okay, I wonâ??t hurt you.â? He said softly, holding his hands up defensively.

â??I brought you some food.â? He said, reaching into the bag and pulling out the Tupperware. Opening the lid, he offered it to her.
 
The child looked longingly at the window as she cooed. As if she was expecting the mother that had abandoned her to come back for her. Like she was sorry she had left and she really wanted the child. It was a pathetic and unlikely dream but she clung to that strand of hope for as long as she could, afraid of what she would fall into if she let it go. When she heard the voice she stopped instantly and she moved back. She could not move back very far because she had not left the nest of pillows he had given to her and she liked being under the blanket. She couldnâ??t back herself against a wall because of the wound on her shoulder.

She saw him come up and she watched him fearfully. She listened to what he said and she vaguely understood him but she didnâ??t believe it. She watched the way that he held his hands and she looked him over nervously, however it was only when she saw the food that she became a bit more trusting. The claw like hands on the edge of her wings clung to the blanket as her birdlike legs moved slowly. The wounded arm was able to hold the blanket around her for warmth as she approached him.

Occasionally she would take a step or two back but soon she was close enough. Her bird like feet were very good for gripping things and when she stopped it seemed that she was out of reach until she lifted a leg. She took the edge of the topple wear and she pulled it back quickly. Once it was within her reach she quickly retreated back to the nest of pillows where he was as far form her as she could make herself. It was only when she was safe that she began to look at what she got. She looked over what she got and she sniffed a few pieces and licked some before she began to much on the bread. Once the bread was on she moved to the vegetables and then she breathed on the meat. She seemed to be trying to heat it up and when it was not so cold she began to much on that, keeping her eyes on him the entire time and holding the dish protectively as if she feared he would try and take it from her.
 
Curtis didnâ??t move much as she slowly started to approach him, not wanting to frighten her off. She needed to eat, and if she was afraid of what he had to offer herâ?¦ He did wonder why the parents hadnâ??t returned for herâ?¦was it the same reason that if a bird fell from the nest, the mother wouldnâ??t touch it? Or maybe they had already returned, and were looking for her? He would have to return to where he had found her tomorrow, to see if they had come back. He felt the Tupperware jerk from his hands, and he looked back at her, seeing her investigate the food. She started with the bread. He didnâ??t know if thatâ??s what she preferred over anything else, or just because it was the easiest to chew. Luckily, she ate everything in the dish, meaning that feeding her would be a lot easier.

He didnâ??t know what to say to her, so he just sat there quietly as she ate. After a few moments though, he finally spoke up. â??My name...is Curtis.â? He said softly to her, his tone gentle. â??Do you have a name?â? He asked her, wondering if she understood anything he was saying. She had called out to her mother when he was trying to get her to safety, so she at least knew some words.
 
The creature began to speak to her and she looked up at it confused. She heard what he said and she barely understood it but she was able to get a light grasp on what was said. When he asked for her name she thought that he was asking for â??Nameâ?? and he just said that name was Curtis. â??Curtis.â? She answered back. He just said it, it seemed silly that he would forget and have to ask her.

It didnâ??t seem likely that the mother would come back. The men that shot her had been chasing her family. They got her shoulder which he had been kind enough to bandage up and she had been unable to come to her daughterâ??s aid without risking getting caught herself so for the good of the rest of the flock she was left behind to the mercy of merciless hunters. She would probably be dead or worse if it was not for Curtis.
 
Curtis chuckled softly as the bird-girl repeated his name back to him, reaching into his backpack and pulling out the flashlight. He turned it on and aimed it at the ceiling, allowing him to see her better. Even though she was huddled under the blanket, she seemed to be doing better. The color had returned to her skin, and she was moving well enough for having been shot. He still wanted to check the wound, definitely clean it within the next day. But that would be much easier if she trusted him enough to let him touch herâ?¦

Slowly, he held his hand out towards her, trying to keep his movements slow, he wanted her to get used to him, not frighten her off. He wanted to see her get better. She was so exotic, so fragileâ?¦ â??Itâ??s okay, I promise I wonâ??t hurt you. â?? He said softly, almost a whisper, as he spread his fingers and turned his hand back and forth slowly.
 
She watched him make a noise and she recognized it as a good noise and she was slightly encouraged by this. She still had the mentality of a small child it seemed, never before having to learn to speak or interact with someone that was not a harpy and this very mentality would have been fine if she had stayed with the harpies and not been shot form her nest. â??Curtis.â? She said again, wondering if he would make that same noise again when she said it.

Then she noticed him reaching his hand out toward her and she froze in her place. Her eyes focused on him and ready to run as far as she could should she feel too threatened. However after getting a certain distance closer to her it stopped and turned. She watched it intently and after he spoke she paused before asking. â??No hurt?â? She was still young so she didnâ??t speak that much and when she did she only used the simplest words. Her mind was working. Wonâ??t sounds a lot like donâ??t and donâ??t meant no so wonâ??t should also mean noâ?¦.

At least she thought so. She looked at him then his hand. â??Still.â? She told him, telling him to stay still while she did what ever she did. She approached him slowly making sure he didnâ??t move and quickly retreating every time he did. â??Still!â? she would scold until he froze again. First she touched his fingers with her own and then she jumped backwards. When he didnâ??t move she went to touching his hand, then down his arm. She seemed to be very fascinated with his arms; hers were wings so she had not seen arms like his. She took his arm and bent it, moving it and trying to figure it out. She flapped it and seemed confused.

Then her hands trailed over his back, she felt his hair and his ears, even his face but only from behind where she would be safe from his arms if he decided to turn on her. She saw the thing on his feet and she didnâ??t seem to like it at all. She pulled on it and when it didnâ??t come off she pulled harder until she lost her grip and fell backwards. She yelped when she hit the ground, jumping backwards and quickly hiding under the blanket on the bed of pillows, hiding until she deemed it safe or he managed to coax her out.
 
He smiled as she said his name once more. â??Yes, Curtis...â? He placed his hand on his chest, chuckling softly. He let her observe his hand for a minute, hearing her soft words of â??No hurt?â? He looked at her and nodded slowly. â??No hurt. Never hurt.â? He said softly to her. So she only understood simple words, much like a child. She was a wonderful thing, this strange bird-girl.

â??Still?â? He asked when she spoke to him, but as she stood and approached him, he understood. He tried to remain as still as possible, but his arm was starting to tremble from behind held out for so long. But he did his best as she scolded him if he moved. He felt her fingers explore his, her touches feather soft and curious. She was very much like a bird in this aspect, investigating something, and then hopping back to a safe distance before approaching again.

Her feathers tickled him as she investigated his arm, and he tried not to laugh and scare her. He let her move his arm as she tried to flap his arm like one of her wings. He chuckled again, just letting her explore him at her own pace. He closed his eyes as her fingers wandered over his face, before turning to watch her as she gripped his sneakers. He saw her tugging, wondering why she wanted to take his shoes off. But he gasped when she lost her grip and toppled backwards.

He slowly pulled off his shoes and socks, setting them aside, curling his toes slightly. â??Itâ??s okay. Safe. Safe.â? He called softly, looking at the shape hiding under the blankets.
 
She stayed under the sheets, frozen and waiting for it to be safe to come back out and then she heard the word. â??Safe?â? she echoed back as she peaked out. When she saw the shoe off to the side she glared at it as stood up, putting her arms out to make herself look bigger then the shoe and scar it off. When it didnâ??t move she approached it carefully and picked it up with her bird like feet, lifting it to get a better look. She sniffed it then scrunched up her nose and tossed it away, she didnâ??t like the thing, it smelled.

Then she took a look at his foot. She put hers next to his. Hers looked like a birds foot but his was different. She looked it over and touched it. How could it do what her food did? How could it grab anything? â??â?¦..Different.â? she said, it seemed to be the biggest word she knew and now she finally understood what it meant. â??Why?â? she asked him, hoping to know why they were different.
 
Curtis chuckled as she tried to frighten off his shoes, even though he did not know why she took them to be a threat. But he let her go through whatever she felt she needed to feel safe. He laughed openly when she scrunched up her nose and tossed the shoe away, smiling at her as she walked over to him. He tilted his head when she placed her bird-like foot next to his own. He curled his toes slightly, but stopped again when she touched it, trying not to laugh as he felt her feathers brush against his feet. It tickled.

Different. He was surprised to hear her say that. Looking at her, he knew why they were different, but how could he explain that to her? He looked at her again, trying to think. Finally, he placed his hand on his chest and spoke. â??Human.â? After a moment, he pointed towards her, â??No human. Bird human.â? He himself was confused as he tried to speak to her, wondering if she could even make sense of his mixed attempts at communicating with her.
 
She looked over the differences very carefully, he seemed to be almost tickled when she touched his feet. She didnâ??t like the things that were on them. She blamed the shoe for her falling backwards and it smelled really bad. Then she heard what he said and she shook her head no in an over exaggerated way. â??No bird human.â? She said, correcting him. He was what he called a human and he seemed to be mixing what he was with a bird to make what she was and that wasnâ??t right. â??Harpy.â? She said, pointing to herself very proudly. She tried to flap her wings but it hurt her shoulder and she winced. Then she looked at him confused.

â??Fly?â? she asked him. She wanted to know if he could fly, she had been learning before she got shot, she still was not perfect and with a wounded wing she wasnâ??t able to fly after her parents. She missed her mom but it didnâ??t seem that this human was so bad.
 
Curtis smiled and nodded at her explanation. She seemed to understand more than he thought â?? or that she was learning from him already, he couldnâ??t tell which. But a harpy? He thought those were only a mythâ?¦but how could he argue? She was the spitting image of one, just one much younger. He smiled back at her and nodded. â??Harpy.â? But his smile quickly faded when she tried to flap her wings to show off. He moved his hands back and forth, shaking his head. â??No, no, noâ?¦â? Slowly, ever so slowly, he tried to lightly place his hands on her shoulders.

â??You hurt.â? He said softly, â??Fly when you get better.â? He said to her, looking at the bandage that was wound around her shoulder. He looked into her eyes, â??I help you get better.â? He promised her.
 
She looked up at him when he came over to her, he gently put his hand on her wounded shoulder and she looked up at him. After listening to what he had to say she realized that he didnâ??t want to hurt her but instead he wanted to help her. She just looked up at him for a few moment and then her eyes got watery as if she was going to cry. Then she buried her face into his chest and let the tears flow. â??Mamaâ?¦â? she sobbed, â??Sh-she left m-meâ?¦â? the little girl sobbed. â??Sh-she f-flew away wh-when I got sh-shot.â? She sobbed into him. No matter what she was there was one thing that was very clear. She was still just a little girl, a little girl abandoned by everyone that she had ever known and had ever loved and being wounded like this she would have never been able to take care of herself on her own. â??I-I call b-b-butâ?¦ she not come back.â? The little harpy sobbed into him, unsure of what else to do.
 
Curtis gasped slightly when the young harpy buried her face into his chest and cried. Startled, it took him a second before his brain told him to comfort her, and he carefully hugged her, stroking her hair as he tried to calm her down. â??Itâ??s okay. Itâ??s okay. No cry, no cryâ?¦â? He spoke to her. â??She got scared, thatâ??s allâ?¦ Sheâ??ll be backâ?¦sheâ??ll be back.â? Or at least, he hoped sheâ??d be back. He didnâ??t know if he would be able to raise the harpy, it was not something you could be taught how to do. How would he teach her to fly? How would he keep her a secret from his parents? What if the harpyâ??s mother had already come back, and thought her daughter was forever lost?

He held her close, feeling her soft wings wrapped around his back, a strange feeling. He kissed her forehead softly, like a parent would do to a child. He couldâ?¦try and raise her, if she was willing to let him. It would be difficult, but he didnâ??t know what else he could do. Raise her until her parents returned, if they returned. â??I canâ?¦watch youâ?¦.if youâ??d like.â? He said softly, wiping some of her tears with a thumb. â??Was there a name that your mother gave you?â? He asked softly.
 
The girl looked up at him and nuzzled her when he said that he would take care of her. He asked for her name and she had to think. â??Sora.â? She said, proud of her name. â??â??cause I sing.â? She said with a smile an then she opened her mouth and began to sing a beautiful melody. He would begin to feel his body weakening and he would want to sit down. Suddenly nothing would matter other then the sound of her voice. It was like everything was suddenly perfect and nothing else mattered. When she stopped singing he would find that he had sat on the ground not only on the ground but in the bed of pillows. The little girl was curled up on him, blanket pulled over her and it seemed as if she was drifting off to sleep. There would be a dim memory of him going to the bed but that would be it. It seems that her song had a certain magic to it.
 
Curtis smiled softly as she said her name. "Sora...that a pretty name..." He said to her, still holding her close, comforting her. As her mouth opened, and that hypnotic melody flowed into his ears, he felt himself starting to drift. Everything seemed lost and hazy, just the beautiful sound of her singing... When he came to his senses, again, he was surprised to find himself laying under a blanket, with the little harpy beside him, falling asleep against his body. "A Siren's song..." He whispered, realizing what had come over him, how the Sirens of myth would tempt sailors with their beautiful voices until they crashed their ships on the sharp rocks of the island. Sora, however, had simply used it to get some company while she slept...

He smiled and brushed her hair lightly with his fingertips, letting her sleep against him. "Goodnight, Sora..." He whispered, kissing her forehead again and closing his own eyes, waiting until the veil of sleep was drawn over him.
 
Sora smile, happy as she snuggled with the human man until she fell asleep. She slept peacefully through the night and when morning came she was happy but so comfortable and warm that she didnâ??t really want to wake up. She snuggled with him for a little bit before she nuzzled harder, trying to wake him up. She nuzzled his neck and prodded him until he awoke. â??Iâ??m hungry~!â? she said, hoping he would bring her some more food.
 
Curtis didn't think he had ever slept that well before...probably because of Sora's alluring song. He didn't want to move, didn't want to drag himself awake, but he soon felt Sora nuzzling him and poking him, and he cracked his eyes open, letting out a tired yawn. "Good morning, Sora..." He smiled, sitting up a little. Realizing that it was morning, he hoped that his parents hadn't tried to wake him up. It was a weekend, but he knew that he often had chores to do. He looked down at her and smiled softly, reaching down to rub his fingers through her hair.

"Okay Sora...I'll see what I can find..." He shifted himself out of the blankets, before covering her back up. "Now stay here, I'll be back soon..." He said softly before climbing out the hole and down the old ladder to the ground below. His bare feet touched the dew-covered grass and he blinked, looking down to see that he was still without shoes. He laughed and shook his head, walking up towards the house, still letting out the occasional yawn.

He sighed in relief when he saw that both cars were gone, leaving him alone. He slipped into the house and went to his room, quickly changing into some new clothes, grabbing an extra T-shirt, to see if he could get her to wear one. He stopped at the kitchen, not sure what to grab. He grabbed some more bread for her, as well as an orange. He quickly skinned it and broke it apart to make it easier for her to eat. He grabbed himself an orange as well, quickly heading back for the treehouse, a smile on his face.
 
The girl looked at the man with a smile. She was very happy. â??Good morning, Sora.â? The girl looked up at the man and said with a big smile. Then she tilted her head to the side. â??Iâ??m Sora.... Good morning me!â? the girl said with a smile, â??Good morning you.â? the girl said to the man. It seemed that she was very childlike, having lots of fun. It was then that her stomach growled and she looked down at it sadly. She looked up at him and heard what he was saying then she smiled

â??No!â? the girl called as she watched him leaving. She didnâ??t want him going and leaving her there. She whimpered from the tree and she looked down at. She watched him vanish and she didnâ??t like it one bit. She thought back for his name, he had said it. â??Cutis! Cuuuuuurrrrrtiiiiiiissssss!â? the little girl called. She didnâ??t like him leaving her alone. She was about ready to try and get down when she saw the man coming up with something strange. She wondered what it was but she didnâ??t very much like the idea.

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It had been a few months, they had discovered that the girl liked clothing that hugged her body this way it didnâ??t get in the way when she tried to move around. The girlâ??s arm was finally healed and her speaking skills had improved a lot. She currently had on a tank top that hugged her midsection and a pair of short shorts. Getting them over her talons was difficult but they managed it. Curtis wasnâ??t here right now and she was tired of hanging up in the tree. She decided that it was finally time for her to leave this nest.

Her talons curled around the bars that lead up to her nest and she held onto the floor of her nest as she began down. The claws at the ends of her wings were developing more. It seemed that when she was born there had only been a claw there but not it was almost like fingers. It looked like when she got older she would get a hand. She climbed all the way down them jumped off. After that she ran to the back door, the door he always disappeared into. Then she aced a problem. She couldnâ??t turn the knob. She glared at the door then she lifted one of her feet, talons curling around the knob and with some difficulty she turned it, then she fell over.

Now that the door was open she snuck into the house and listened. She smelt food. A smile found itâ??s way to her face when she saw Curtis in the kitchen and she snuck up behind him until she was only a few steps form him then she called â??Curtis! Look!â? she opened her wings wide, something she hadnâ??t been able to do since she got there. Not only was she healed but she made her way down on her own.
 
Curtis washed his hands in the kitchen sink, looking out the window at the driveway. He was surprised he had been able to keep Sora hidden from his parents for so long. The harpy wasâ?¦curiousâ?¦to say the least, especially now that her wound had healed. He was amazed that it had recovered so well. He was pretty sure that a person wouldnâ??t be able to recover from a rifle wound that quickly. She had gotten really smart as well, much faster than a human of her age. Maybe it was because of her species. If you didnâ??t learn quickly, you died. She had learned how to speak as good as he could, even though their conversations werenâ??t very deep, they were much more understandable then when they had first met.

They had also determined that after the â??T-shirtâ?? incident, that she didnâ??t like baggy clothing, since it got in the way of her wings. So now, everything was form-fitting, like tank tops and shorts. Although what she would do when the weather got cold, he didnâ??t know. Autumn was fast approaching, and unless she wanted to freeze, she would need to wear some bulkier clothing. In fact, the approaching of the cold gave him another problem. Where was he going to keep her when it started getting cold? He couldnâ??t keep her in the treehouse, but he couldnâ??t keep her in the house or garage. His parents would find out. And he still wasnâ??t sure how they would react to her.

Maybe her instincts would force her to fly somewhere warmerâ?¦but with the bond that had formed between the twoâ?¦would she be able to?

She was also maturing quickly. A lot faster than a human. She still looked rather young, but her body was starting to develop. It made finding clothes for her rather difficultâ?¦

He grabbed a pan from the cupboard and some salmon from the fridge. Sora had taken a liking to the fish, and he wanted to give her a treat today. He placed the pan on the stove and greased it, placing down the salmon and waiting until the pan was warm enough. Dropping the salmon into the pan, he smiled, smelling the cooking fish. Sora was going to love this.

He jumped when he heard Soraâ??s voice calling out behind him, spinning around to look at her in surprise. How had she gotten down from the treehouse? How had she gotten in the house? But still, seeing her with her wings proudly spread, something she hadnâ??t been able to accomplish for a while, he couldnâ??t help but feel happy. Even more of a reason for the salmon treat. â??Thatâ??s wonderful, Sora!â? He exclaimed, hugging her carefully.
 
She was so happy that she had been able to make him happy. She wrapped her wings around him and she nuzzled him. Then she looked up at him and smiled. â??This nest is weird.... Its hard... but itâ??s warm!â? the girl said happily as she nuzzled him some more. She left the hug and went to look around. She found the couch and she climbed onto it and sat down. It wasnâ??t as comfortable as her pillow bed in the other nest. She got up and looked at the box on the entertainment center, not realizing it was a television. It was off and she poked at it for a few moments before it bored her. She had matured a lot but when facing new things she began as childlike as when he first found her.

She found a hallways and went down it, there was light coming from one of the doorways and she managed to push it open. She found a bathroom but she didnâ??t know what it was and when she caught her reflection in the mirror she yelped and ran out of the bathroom and to Curtis. â??Cutris! Thereâ??s a harpy in there!â? the girl explained, frightened and excited. â??You said you didnâ??t know any other harpies!â? the girl said, feeling like he had been lying to her and mad at him for it.
 
He smiled and chuckled when she hugged him back with her wings, her soft feathers tickling the back of his neck. He smiled and looked around when she commented about the â??nestâ??. â??This is called a house. Humans live in it.â? He stood as she released the hug, watching her as she started to explore the house. â??Just be careful. Thereâ??s a lot of things here that can get broken.â? He said, thankful that his parents had kept the house open, so he could watch her and the fish while it cooked. He kind of missed seeing this curious side of her. She had grown familiar with the treehouse, and the things he had brought up to show her, so seeing her like this was always welcome.

He looked down to fish cooking for a moment, flipping it so that it wouldnâ??t burn, and by the time he had looked back up, Sora wasnâ??t in the living room. â??Sora?â? He called softly, stepping away from the stove. When he heard her yelp, his heart leapt, he thought she might have hurt herself. But when she ran out of the bathroom, speaking of another harpy, he blinked, dumbstruck for an instant until he realized what she was talking about. He laughed, looking down at her and placing his hands on her shoulders. â??Thatâ??s not another harpy, Sora. That was you!â?

He smiled, leading her back to the bathroom. â??Itâ??s a mirrorâ?¦â? He walked in front of it. â??Come see.â? He smiled, gesturing to his own reflection. â??Like how you can see yourself in water.â?
 
She looked up at him. Why was he laughing? It didnâ??t make sense to here. There was nothing to laugh about here. Put his hands on her shoulders and she looked up at him, confused by what he was saying. â??Me?â? She asked him confused. She didnâ??t exactly understand what he meant and she didnâ??t exactly want to go right back to the room where she had seen the other harpy. This â??houseâ?? was weird and she was liking her own nest more and more.

When he lead her into the bathroom and she saw the mirror she turned and clung to Curtis, hiding her face in him and listening to him as he spoke. She saw him in the mirror and looked back at the reflection confused. Her hair was longer now, it had been really short when he first found her but now it reached down to her shoulders. Her skin had paled from not being out in the sun. She looked at herself and she looked confused. She saw the clothing that she was wearing and she frowned and she started to pull at it finding herself unable to get out of it. She whimpered.

â??I.... I look.... different...â? she said sadly. Her hair was knotted and she needed a bath, not seeing herself for month and aging, what looked to Curtis to be, six years, it was a big shock her for. She whimpered and buried her face into Curtis, sad and confused.
 
Curtisâ??s eyes widened slightly at her reactions, watching her as she tried to get out of her clothes, as she buried her face into his chest. â??Youâ??re growing up, Sora.â? He didnâ??t think this would be her reaction, but it would make sense. She hadnâ??t seen her reflection before, it would make sense that she wouldnâ??t recognize herself. He hugged her gently, â??Itâ??s alright, Sora. Itâ??s nothing to be sad or afraid ofâ?¦â? He lightly rubbed her head. â??Youâ??ll grow up to be very beautiful, I promiseâ?¦â?

He kneeled down slightly. â??I made you some salmon for a treat.â? He said softly, hoping to cheer her up. He couldn't stand to see her sad. He had grown so fond of her over the months. â??Maybe after you eat, we can get you a bath, and maybe see how well your wing worksâ?¦â? He said, maybe flying would keep her in good spirits. She seemed happy to find out she could spread her wings. And it would definitely help her if she could fly. It was what her kind were supposed to do.
 
She kept her face buried into his chest as he hugged her, feeling safer there. She listened to what he said about her growing up and she smiled up at him. She was still sad but he seemed to always be able to cheer her up. Her smile brightened when she heard he had salmon for her and she nuzzled him happily. â??Salmon!â? she said cheerfully, not looking at the mirror again, what he said next surprised her.

â??F...... fly?â? she asked him. Then she looked down at the ground. â??M.... mama.... never taught me....â? she said sadly as she looked down. â??She was supposed to and she was teaching me... but then the bad men came and shot me...â? she told him. She let her foot trace the ground and then she looked up at him sadly. â??But... youâ??ll help me right?â? she asked him hopefully. She was sure that he could help her learn to fly. It didnâ??t seem like there was anything he couldnâ??t do.
 
He smiled down at her, gently stroking her hair, always glad to see her smile. â??Yep, salmon. Just for you.â? He told her, slowly walking her out of the bathroom, turning off the light and shutting the door behind them as they walked back towards the kitchen. He led her over to the table, pulling back a chair if she wanted to sit, before rushing over to the stove and removing the salmon from the heat before it got burned. He placed it on a plate and cut it up into smaller bites for her, carrying it over to the table and setting it down.

He had figured that she didnâ??t know, and even if she had, the amount of time she had spent resting her wing would have definitely had a negative effect on her ability to fly. â??Of course Iâ??ll help you.â? He promised, although he didnâ??t know the first thing he could do to help. Him flapping his arms wasnâ??t going to teach her how to fly, it was just silly. And he sure as hell wasnâ??t going to make her jump off of anything. â??But eat up; youâ??ll need your energy.â? He said, sitting down next to her and eating his half of the salmon.
 
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