Morning Wings: Part 17

A fragile flutter caught my eye near the rim of an earthen planter. A butterfly rested in the cool shadow of the leaves, its damp wings pressed flat against the grit, unable to catch the air. I stepped closer and sank into a low crouch, holding my breath so as not to startle it. Slowly, I extended a smooth, dry twig toward it, offering a steady perch. Its delicate legs grasped the bark. Lifting the branch into a patch of warm morning light, I murmured, 'Spread your wings and fly with the Force.' The wings trembled, unfolded wide, and lifted smoothly into the breeze. #AhsokaTano #AhsokaTano(Peridea) #StarWars @cataww234