It’s
been a while since I posted any of my original writing. Live has just been so
crazy. However, I wanted to give you a look at what I’m working on right now.
This is still a first draft but it’s starting to take more shape the further I
go with it. Please feel free to leave a comment on my work. Any little
suggestion helps. Enjoy!
(Taken From Chapter Six)
I
curled into a ball on top of the soft quilt and relaxed. It had been a rough
day but the soothing silk of the blankets helped to comfort me. After a moment
or two happy snuggling, I sat up and looked down at the spell book. The flutter
of wings filled the air and Serafin swooped over to the night stand beside my
bed.
He cocked his head to the right in an almost comical
manner. A tiny chuckle escaped my lips. He was just so cute that way. Most
hawks did when they made that classic expression. However, he didn’t take it so
well. He puffed up in indignation at my giggle fit which only made things
worse. He looked even cuter with his feathers all ruffled up. He looked like a
soft stuffed animal not an intimidating hawk.
“What is so funny?” he demanded.
After settling down from laughter that shook my body, I
replied, “You just look so cute.”
“Cute!” he exclaimed, his feathers ruffling more. “I am
not cute!”
I laughed even harder at the sight of how puffy Serafin
had become. My stomach was starting to hurt from the pain of laughing so hard.
It took a while for my laughter to subside. Laying on my back, I stared up at
the canopy that hung over my bed. The sheer fabric sparkled in the candle
light.
The
translucent cloth almost seemed to twinkle with little stars that had been
woven inside of it. Closing my eyes, I let out a sigh. My body now felt more
relaxed than before. The laughter had relieved the tension from everything that
had happened. Perhaps I laughed a little
too hard, I pondered, looking over at Serafin. He still looked very
perturbed by my sudden outburst of laughter. Sitting up from the soft blankets,
my hand brushed across the soft leather of the spell book.
Wrapping
my hand around the binding, I picked up the book and set it down in my lap. I
played with the latch a little before looking up at Serafin. He had unruffled
his feathers a bit but still looked upset. I stretched out my hand to pat the
top of his head.
“I’m
sorry,” I apologized. “I didn’t mean to upset you.”
He
pushed his head up against my hand and nuzzled it softly, “It is alright. You
needed it.”
His
feathers were extraordinarily soft. They felt almost like my favorite fuzzy
blanket, fluffy and smooth to the touch. The feeling of touching animal was a
comforting sensation. The last of my worries left as I continued to stroke Serafin’s
head. Pulling my hand back, I glanced back down at the book in my lap. The soft
leather that bound the pages of the book reminded me of a simple journal.
My
fingers flicked the latch open and pulled the cover open. The scent of paper
and leather filled my nostrils again. Inhaling deeply, I grinned and relaxed.
That smell always made me happy. It was better than the smell of my mom’s
chocolate, butterscotch chip cookies and was twice as addictive. How anyone
could just read on a kindle was beyond me.
