Wings, the beating wings that surround me and wake my sleeping self are large & absolutely beautiful. Golden sparks seem to fly from the tips as we sour above the clouds, endless rhythms pounded by the motion of my own wings. Wait a minute...did I just say 'my own wings?'. My goodness, I did!. It seems I have the wings of a griffon which in itself is fairly amazing, the fact I can actually use them is quite astounding!
I sour, there are no clouds & I can make out the shape of my three friends way off in the distance. Jumping & waving as I land on the ground beside them, they rush at me, excited & nuzzle into the soft feathers growing from my shoulders. They all seem in awe of my new wings, as though it's something they haven't ever seem before. I've seen many creatures with wings in my garden & I know Goblin has as well, so why are they looking at me that way? Goblin is chattering excitedly & pointing at my wings...the other two are bouncing around me, nodding in agreement. From the small parts of the conversation that I can understand, it seems most creatures that have wings are born with them, or develope them in their early years...I'm the only one they've ever seen to spontaneously grow them when they were needed.
I try to explain that this is my dreamland & I have the ability here to change things, to do as I wish or even do what's needed, when it's needed.
This time.....I needed to fly with my own wings.
I can feel a sensation, not an unpleasant one, it's just different. My eyes open & Zanna is standing beside me speaking...I answer her in gibberish as my head slowly wakes up...my day begins, not again...this is a new one.
