Wednesday, December 19, 2007

First flight.

So here I am ready to zip off into the blue and weave magic...but wait...

How did I know that I am Ylerna? Why didn't I retain my mortal name? That these thoughts suddenly flashed in my mind must be the effect of being in transition. I anyway always had a strong intuition. When you are an elf, maybe you become wiser in certain respects. That must be it! My intuition had sharpened to the point that it's no longer intuition but knowledge...

No wand in my hand. Just my wings and diminutive size to remind me that I am an elf. I flapped my wings. Would I be able to levitate on these? Too scared to try, I walked out through the still open door to the veranda. God, since when had my veranda become a vast pink plain? I trudged on looking at the magnolia pot in the courtyard, when suddenly my feet didn't touch earth and I fell. Well, as expected, intuitively, my wings took over and I was flying...EEK! I was flying!

Oh how exhilarating! I flew from the veranda to the magnolia bloom and dived straight in! I had always wondered how it'd be to be a bee and see the flowers from that point of view. And now, this was the moment that I actually felt like one. The heady smell enveloped my heightened senses and I was basking in that wonderful feeling.

1 comment:

Sana's said...

whoosh!! tell me more how is it to fly!!! lucky Ylerna!!