Peculiar women

Alma

AN: Had to rewrite this sht of a chapter.

I woke up to noises coming from my kitchen. It sounded like someone was there, like someone was moving pots around but also like someone tried their best to be as silent as possible. My heartbeat was filling my ears, when I climbed out of bed and tiptoed from my room into the corridor. I grabbed my garden scissor, to make sure I had at least something to defend myself, if I need to. I was standing beside the slightly open door to my kitchen and looked through the crack, hoping to catch an eye on to the intruder. A beautiful woman my age, her hair midnight blue, her elegant slim figure dancing through my kitchen. It seems like she is cooking something. For a while I'm -now breathless from her beauty- standing at the nearly closed door and watch her. Her movement is like light like a fairies but not as dreamy. Actually not dreamy at all, cause all her actions seem to have a reason and are -thought it still looks like dancing- very direct. Suddenly the woman stops and is standing there like a statue.

She then suddenly looks directly at me "Please, come in, if you want to, but put the scissor away, I don't think you will need them" her voice is pleasingly deep and has a natural huskiness to it.

I feel my how my cheeks are turning red and place the scissor back where I got it and shyly pull open the door. I'm still standing at the door, but now I'm out of my hiding spot in plane sight. The woman turns around and for the first time I can see her face completely. Her greenish blue eyes are glancing humorously at me, her red painted lips forming a soft smile. Being able to see her face makes the woman even more stunning and suddenly a weird feeling fills my guts. I feel like I know this woman, but at the same time I know I've never seen her before, and still something tells me she isn't new to me and the way she looks at me I'm certainly not new to her.

"I have to thank you for your generosity and hostility" she smiles before her hand gestures to the setup table, "I made breakfast. please take a seat."

"I'm sorry to ask, who are you?" My head is full and empty at the same time, while I sit down realizing I'm still in my pjs.

"Oh I'm sorry, I must have totally forgotten, I'm Alma, Alma LeFay Peregrine" Alma smiles at me and stretches her hand out.

I shake it politely. The touch of our hands -and though it's at first making my heart beat faster- is filling me with a sudden calmness. Her name is still resonating in my head. Peregrine... the action from last night are suddenly coming back. The bird! The bird was a peregrine falcon! I jump of my seat and want to run into the living room but her grip aground my hand tightens.

"I'm the bird"

I turn around and look confused at Alma "don't be so silly, you can't be a bird"

"Darling, please sit down and aren't you a bird too?" Alma seems to mean it seriously.

"No and what do you even mean by that?" I'm now more confused than ever. And did she just call me darling?! I sit back down, knowing that as long as she's holding on to my hand I won't have a chance to go anywhere anyway.

"So what do you even mean by 'You're the bird'?" Maybe this is just a misunderstanding.
"That what it means. Like quite literally." She places her free hand on her shoulder and move her elbow up, in a fast movement. And even while she's doing so her arm in morphing into a blueish gray wing.

My eyes widen and I look at her in shock. She changes her wing back to her arm. She grins at me "I haven't gotten your name yet" her greenish blue eyes won't let go of mine.