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Helena stands watching the scene at the docks.Then turns and begins to walk away when a passerby notices her as "the girl who saved those children." Silly really. She did not save them and honestly Altair did almost all of the real work. Helena is suddenly worried about the attention as the man speaks his praise just a little loudly, and so she kindly thanks him and turns, ready to move toward home.
Altair looked for comfort in Helena's look, he found none. I don't like this happening. he thinks. Instead her look is one of concern, though he cannot be sure that the concern is for him or for something else. Altair watches as Helena stands. Her eyes squint hard as she looks out at the bay. Watching, Altair notes a ship coming in and Helena's glance upon it. He wants a worm. A worm would cheer him up, or some nice seed. she says mostly to herself. _____________________________________________ Helena sees the worry in the little bird's face. She knew it mirrored her own. The last time I was nudged I did some good. she reminds herself, though it does not make her feel any better. Looking out she sees a ship approaching a pier. It almost looked like a man was hanging upon the front of it... perhaps there was one. Turning toward Altair she smiles at the little bird. She whispers.
Altair was a little tired but he had to press on. The only real issue was that whenever Altair was tired... he couldn't stop thinking about food. I could really go for a nice fat worm right now. Realizing he wis distracted he flies to the nearest makeshift perch, the gutter of a brown building. Scanning the crowd below he cannot find his mark. Anxiety begins to creep into his heart when... There! He spots her. It is hard to make her out in the crowd because most humans look the same. Her head down is yellow, Not a particularly beautiful yellow, but bright enough for a female I suppose. he thought. Luckily she walks upright with a tall posture that helps Altair to find her. She walks a lot of late. Ever since she had moved from her old nest into the new smaller nest. Altair doesn't want to get too attached to this human, but she did feed him... and he was beginning to miss her smile. Watching her, she turns down a lane. Altair takes flight then and finds himself looking down upon her. Humans are strange. Beside her upon the ground is another human, male. He is skinnier than most and needs to bathe. So strange these humans. To go hungry and yet be surrounded by so much food to forage. Altair watches as his human gives the male human something and moves on. She is wasting her own food again! That human is not her offspring. Altair calls down Wasting food is a silly thing! That human isn't your offspring. Turning she looks up at him with green eyes. Helena Betancourt, the only human Altair has ever kinda liked. He sees her smile, not the fake smile he sees her use all the time with the other humans, but her real smile. Your face looks better with a smile once in awhile. she says. She extends her finger. Its tip is painted green. Altair flies to it. We are connected. He stays with her, as she goes throughout her area of this city. She gives out small bits of food, shiny metal, and healing. Though he does not understand it, Altair does note that she seems happiest when she goes on her walks. He also notes that many of the juvenile humans seem happy to see her. After some time, when shadows are darker and longer, and when any sign of her smile has faded away, Helena Betancourt sits and looks out over the hills of the city toward the sea with a frown upon her face. she asks. And so he does. |
