The rain had poured down on my weary shoulders. The night sky was pitch black; illuminated only by the orange street lights. Only the sound of droplets falling had beaten the raves of the nocturnal creatures.
"your last term, eh?" said Rischt
"I am aware of the risks" Ain proudly replied. "Ten years have I waited."
"Wings aren't useful if it's soaked. So stop it." Rischt threatened.
"Ever since I was a kid, I never had any of them. A caged bird such as I; watched them all as I did." Tears fell down on Ain's plain shirt. "Not once have I truly been free. If the price of this is my wings, then so be it"
"Risk, you say? Earlier, you dived down at full speed, knowing the backlash of your feat. Does your price involve dying!?" Rischt shouted. "You are no
Hawk, not an Owl."
"I have had it." Ain replied, poker faced.
Rischt looked away. He sighed. He knew that had he not stopped Ain before he did, it would have been different.
"I... It is no paradise, I know. The joy of being in a flock." Ain said. "Ah, but tomorrow is the last. It stops, like all good dreams do. Certain sacrifices are like bubbles, as the disappear away from the dream."
The rain stopped. Only the croaking frogs and the echoing insects remained. The two sat, like libra. This time, however, in the cold of the night.
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