Post by Deleted on Jun 21, 2014 7:43:50 GMT -5
Silvia stood and looked it over and nodded that it looked well enough. Silvia never tried to boast about her accomplishments. She was simply happy to have accomplished something she set her mind to. And today that accomplishment was a Hippogriff she had made out of the heavy snow on the lawn. As she looked upon it, an owl flew down and sat in a nearby tree. She looked up at the creature and gave it a small smile.
"It's very kind of you to come and admire my work," she said. "I think the wings could use a bit more snow, but I think if I add snow to them, I'll find something else wrong, and sometimes even imperfection shouldn't be messed with too much... imperfections truly make us what we are at times after all."
Silvia knew the owl could understand her about as much as she could understand him, but that didn't bother her. She felt it was more her voice than her words that affected the creatures she talked to. It showed not fear of them, nor did it tell them she thought she was superior to them. There was only kindness in them.
FERYN MARGO AVERY
"It's very kind of you to come and admire my work," she said. "I think the wings could use a bit more snow, but I think if I add snow to them, I'll find something else wrong, and sometimes even imperfection shouldn't be messed with too much... imperfections truly make us what we are at times after all."
Silvia knew the owl could understand her about as much as she could understand him, but that didn't bother her. She felt it was more her voice than her words that affected the creatures she talked to. It showed not fear of them, nor did it tell them she thought she was superior to them. There was only kindness in them.
FERYN MARGO AVERY