“I heard you with the key”.
Her step-mother stood in the doorframe, smiling.
Kestrel’s fist loosened as some of her frustration receeded,
“ Thanks. My key’s worn away, I think I’ll need a new one.”
She strode in, dumped her bag on the small sofa and looked around,
“Dad not home yet?”, she inquired.
Eileen returned to the dinner she was preparing.
“No, not yet. He called to say his flight might be delayed,” she looked up from the potatoes, “I’m sorry hun.”
Kestrel sighed deeply. She had wanted to see her father. He was the only person she wanted to talk to and he was one of the few who really wanted to listen. She could of course talk to Eileen, but that wasn’t the same. She wasn’t her real parent, no matter how much Kestrel liked her. Wanting to be alone suddenly she got to her feet and left the room.
Kestrel’s room was a nest of sentimentality. Photographs and quotes decorated much of the walls and around the antique mirror of her desk. Shells, feathers, coiling branches and smooth stones dotted the shelves. Dark plants trailed along the floor and crept up her wardrobe. Cassettes and CDs were piled high in a corner. Behind all of this her room was a dark blue, except around the window. She’d painted that herself in purple. Her blank canvas stood solemnly beside her bed, awaiting her. And on her bed sat a worn old toy. A small tattered cat, Moggy. Her father had brought him back from Australia for her first birthday.
“Hey there Mogster,how was your day?” she paused, imagining his response. Sighing to herself, she half envied that toy. Sitting here all day in the comfort of this room, not a care in the world…
“ I think I need a stretch. And maybe a bit of a recharge too… I’m sure Eileen wont mind.”
Retrieving a hanger from her wardrobe, she slid off her jacket and placed it on it. Reaching behind her she carefully began unbuckling the straps across her back. She flinched slightly as the clasp nipped her skin while she gingerly tugged it loose. When at last the harness was off, she stood and unfolded her wings. Two great auburn wings spanned the length of her room. About 12 foot was her last measurement of them. Kestrel stoked them fondly, admiring the way they gleamed seemingly of their own accord, for there was no sun today. Nestling herself on her bed and crossing her legs she let her wings quietly envelope her. Breathing slowly she prepared for the next part. Reaching deep inside herself she touched upon her energy. It glowed bright blue, close to her heart. She caressed it, feeling the cool smoothness of it as she gently withdrew it. Blue lightening coursed through her veins, to her fingertips. Her hands sparkled with the electricity. Her whole body seemed so much more alive. She could feel so much now. Electrical currents touched her, passed through her, sending her messages. She felt her step-mother in the room next to her, the feeling was solid and collected. Her plants emitted slow steady currents that succumbed to other more dominant energies. A couple across the hall argued about something, flaring up, while an elderly man above their apartment was sleeping, his aura calm and continuous. The tingling in her fingers grew sharper, sharp enough for her to use it. To create with it. She clasped both her hands together and drew them slowly. Threads of light joined them. She began weaving a sphere around herself until she was cocooned in a blue orb of dancing light. Her feathers rustled as she breathed deeply. Feeling completely free, safe and at peace for the first time that day she relaxed into a smile. Surrendering herself to her powers she felt all and became nothing amongst everything. Birds outside flew past her window. She reached out towards them, savouring their acute awareness of the wind changes. That was something she could appreciate. There were a number of crows pursued by a lone magpie. She clung to the magpie’s energy, enjoying its basic instinct to follow others to a food source. She understood magpies. They were different. Like her. They gathered shiny things, like treasures. Like secrets. Their electrical field pulsed as they flew and faded as they left her range.
Returning to her own current she strengthened it. Enclosed in her own self-made egg no one could harm her. She drew her knees up close and folded her wings tighter to herself. Thoughts, memories and ideas passed through her mind. She neither grasped at them nor dismissed them. Instead she merely accepted their existence. It was similar with her sphere. Many other currents and energies touched her own, but she barely acknowledged them now, preferring to seek them out individually at a later time. A familiar aura reached her now however, and she opened her eyes. Glancing at her watch she realised she’d been sitting there for a good hour or so. She began to relax her hold on the sphere. Letting it gently collapse and dissolve, fading into herself. Lightening still raced through her but her senses were not quite as acute as before. Wanting to find the familiar energy she hopped off her bed and hurriedly stretched her wings. She remembered with a grimace the first time she’d tried this. It had resulted in her thirteen year old self clipping a newly forming wing painfully off the wardrobe. But now, after four years of practice, she had learned how to angle herself comfortably enough for easy movement. Smiling again she beat her wings furiously, feeling wild and free. Her pictures on the walls and desk fluttered threateningly. Stray feathers flew past on mini whirlwinds before settling on the bed and carpet. She laughed at the sight of them. She didn’t bother donning the black denim, deciding to let her wings relax in the open air. Bounding out of her room she collided with her father’s outstretched arm. She paused, looking up into his hazel eyes.
He smiled, glad to be home,
This is a piece about Kestrel. Kestrel is a character I created a few years back and I’m still developing her. She has no solid storyline unfortunately, in all pieces she has wings, but in individual prose she sometimes has “powers” etc.. I like her as a character though :) hope you do too!