How the sun glistered onto the damp, green-bluish grass, lighting up the bright fields surrounded by tall, purple barked trees. The sight held as much mystery to others as it held familiarity to its inhabitants. The gentle stirring of twigs and leaves left a faint echo to sound over the empty, open plain. The sky, carrying greenish light and still clouds, smelled fresh and new, filled with life and energy.
As we entertain ourselves by this calm and tranquil scene, we might hear a new sound fading into existence, only just piercing the thick woods surrounding the air-filled space. It sounded moving earth, rumbling and low, shaking the soil we stand on. But as the sound grew in strength, the head of the cascade of sound turned into the screaming of a little girl, backed up by strong protests made of chirping and screeching.
Soon, the noise turns into movement as the shrubs growing on the base of the trees begin to shiver and tremble, soon splitting apart as a small human girl launches herself from the innards. Quickly behind her is a mod, an angry one, glued together by concentrated hate and dismay. The branches, the shrubs, even the trunks moved aside for the mob to pass. Nothing hindered nor haltered the emotional barrage they unleashed on the frightened girl, leaving her to pave her own path of escape.
However, a small girl like her was quite inapt to run away from such a crowd for long, her footing hasted and uneasy, soon stumbling over the most minor imperfections of the grassy surface, landing most unfortunate against the wet flora that grew over it. Her face carrying blotches of green and stripes of brown, her body was limp for a moment, and quickly, she tried to recover and continue her hopeless escape.
The crowd was faster than her, and soon, she was surrounded by pecking beaks, tearing at her clothes and picking at her skin. Those that didn’t assault her, incited the violence with simple swears and repeated motto’s. She curled in fear, crying to herself, unable to grasp her predicament.
How such a violent situation would require more detail on what happened before, else it is hard to understand why such civilised beings would pile over a helpless girl and invoke fear and fright. But it would not help her, or anyone. Their drive is beyond helping, only to end in a snap, when the final peck landed against her. That final peck would make it all vanish into nothing, ending the mayhem and chaos as soon as it was made.
In the darkness of night, the posh and decorated mansion looked haunted and spooky, almost as if it was only made to fill space. Yet, it was quite lively, but only on the east side, where nightly servants continued their endless tasks, hoping to finish. After all, the moon was at its peak, night only half done. The greenhouse was tended, the kitchen cleaned and all kinds of rooms used before bedtime occupied by maids. The study, used to gather knowledge, was cleaned last, seeing it was one of the last rooms to be used before the masters and mistresses of the house, before attending bed.
Yet, in their attempt to stay silent, none could stop the sudden hullabaloo causing many lights to spark up near the bedrooms. The door to the master bedroom was swung open, giving sight to a Swellow backed by the lights of the hallway, a red bow over his neck. His wing slashed at the light switch, flicking on the bright, flickering chandelier as he threw his sights on the four-poster bed, whose curtains were shut. From insides came a quick panting and gasping, leading the bird-like creature to the side of the bed, before letting his wing gently push the curtains aside and stare at the bright white girl inside, shaking hard, the sheets pulled to her chin. The bird looked at her for a few moments, a small gathering of servants amassing at the door. They rumoured and chirped, talking in both birth tongues as the native language. The bow-tied Swellow skipped onto the bed with a tiny hop and enclosed his wings around the small girl, pressing her head against his chest. His head nestled into the warm hallow, his beak carefully brushing over the back of her neck, letting out a calming hiss.
Before long, the crowd at the door was dismissed by varies superiors, leaving the butler bird with the girl, who seemed to have regained some colour. He looked at her, his eyes seemingly upset, glistering with faint tears. “Are you alright now, Ma’am?” He asked in a quiet whisper.
