A Breath of Pink
A soft current drifted past, and then... my wings stirred. Not pushed by the breeze, but answering a gentle pulse from within. I slowly parted them, catching the morning light in a quiet flutter. Beneath my tiny feet rested a cool, round blue nose. Just below, two enormous dark eyes gazed upward, watching me without moving. I paused, tilting softly to balance. I did not hurry into the air. Lingering right where I landed felt peaceful enough.