Odidimuse and Warwing

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by dfeyder

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The Story Teller

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(appearing in my third Book "the Story Teller" this is one i struggled with sharing but did make the final cut)
Odidimuse is not a large man, not even by his own people’s standards. Bing of smaller sizes has a hand full of advantages but is not without a hindrance to boot. His arms and legs are short; his hips sit close to the ground, in a fist fight this makes you fast and gives you leverage over a taller man. On the other hand your lungs suffer, Odidimuse is also hefty and old on top of that, these things don’t lend themselves will to flying.
At takeoff having just been caring a number of younger and more fit passengers Warwing wants to fly high and fast. It doesn’t take long for Odidimuse to start to become ill and ask her so get closer to the ground.
The skies are a bright orange, it is late in the year, the farmers are pulling up their fields filling the air with clay and dust giving the air a strong sent only a farm boy could fully explain. It takes Odidimuse back to his youth to see the golden vallys once more. It seems somehow fitting, gold fields of grain filled his childhood dreams with wonder and now approaching the winter of his life he sees them from atop the wings of a giant, a perspective most dream of as the vantage of the honorable dead.
Odidimuse filled the summer of his life with greed and grandeur, he feels as if he has decreased himself. Now he has one last changes to redeem himself. Strange as it is, if not for the suffering he had seen in the past day’s he might never have looked so deeply into himself and seen all the things about himself he is unsatisfied with.
Warwing calls up “we are almost to Acorn Woods, that is where the king of the Unpine lives.”
Odidimuse thinks hard for a short time “Yes. But go past it, carry on to Winterskiss.”
“Winterskiss?” Warwing sounds unclear.
“Yes, I want to see the king of your tribe first. Think about it my girl, it will take you one day to reach from one end of the island to the other and then come back. Now if I need to spend half a day at each camp on the way then this flight will live little time for our escape.” Odidimuse coheres his mount.
“that will leave no time to escape. Don’t spend half the day at any camp.” Warwing is upset.
“and even if I spend only the time to eat and drink in each town we still have no means of moving the people and so we need the strength of the Rok on our side.”
“I do not know how much strength my brother will offer you.”
“he will offer as much as he can.”
The wind is stiff, it makes Odidimuse eyes water as they fly, Warwing is unharmed by the splitting wind, Warwing is angry at this point, she had little interest in seeing her brother. This time had to come, sooner or later she would need to make this trip but after there last argument she had secretly hoped she wouldn’t have to.

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