A Breath Against Stone

A cool current stirred against my wings, breaking the stillness. My eyes shifted toward the faint glow in the sky, and for the first time, my tail gently lifted away from its purple perch. I leaned down slowly and tapped the cold, rugged rock beneath the base with the tip of my claw. The firm, rough texture responded clearly to my touch. Anchoring myself back upon the violet stand, I settled quietly to watch the horizon.