༺ℱℴ𝓇ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇༒ℱℴ𝓇ℯ𝓉ℴ𝓁𝒹༻

Wings and Flight.

Whispers dance on night's soft breeze,
Veiling truths beneath dark trees.
His cloak of darkness, thick and deep,
Conceals the secrets he does keep.

As the gods gathered around the table, their voices filled the air with a symphony of celestial murmurs. Drilvas, young and inexperienced, listened intently, overwhelmed by the weight of the information bestowed upon him. His trembling hands clutched tightly to his knees, trying to suppress the torrent of nerves coursing through his veins.

Moments later, Hasper, a god of gentle demeanor, rose from his seat and walked purposefully towards Drilvas. The smaller male flinched slightly, his heart pounding like a wild beast within his chest. Despite his apprehension, he stayed put, eyes fixed on Hasper's approach.

Hasper knelt down gracefully, taking hold of Drilvas' trembling hands with unexpected tenderness. "You seem uneasy. Are you not finding comfort here?" his voice, gentle as a breeze, washed over Drilvas.

Drilvas hesitated, feeling vulnerable. "I'm not used to being around so many. It's overwhelming," he confessed, his voice barely more than a whisper.

Hasper chuckled warmly. "It's understandable, Drilvas. It'll take time to adjust." He paused, meeting Drilvas' gaze. "Perhaps it's time we head home now that the sun has set."

Altan, Hasper's companion, chimed in softly. "Yes, let's go. Drilvas needs some time alone to find his bearings." With a gentle smile, he followed Hasper's lead.

Drilvas followed closely behind as they made their way through a series of hallways, the silence heavy. Finally, they arrived at the entrance of a grand room, adorned with opulent details that spoke of timeless elegance.

Hasper motioned for Drilvas to stand before a large window, its glass offering a view of the world beyond. "Look," he said, pointing outside. Drilvas obeyed, eyes meeting a sight of breathtaking beauty. The stars, shining brilliantly, cast their gentle light upon the landscape below.

He blinked, wide-eyed, taking in the scene. "It's beautiful..." he breathed out softly.

Hasper's voice, filled with pride, murmured in Drilvas' ear. "That, my dear Drilvas, is the sea below you."

Drilvas' eyes widened, a soft gasp escaping his lips. "How..."

Hasper grinned mischievously. "I can show you, if you'd like," he suggested.

"But how.."

A quiet laughter escaped Hasper's lips. "And did you know, Drilvas, that you have wings? Wings to fly," he revealed, his words gentle.

Drilvas' surprise was palpable, his eyes searching Hasper's face. "Is that true? Do I really have wings?" he asked hesitantly.

Hasper bestowed upon him a gentle smile. "Yes, you do."

"But where?" Drilvas questioned nervously. "Where do they come from?"

"They come from within you, Drilvas. They're a part of who you are," Hasper replied, his voice certain.

Drilvas' disbelief lingered. "Oh..."

Hasper laughed softly. "Come," he beckoned, reaching out his hand. "Let me show you."

Drilvas reached out, taking Hasper's hand. "Where are they?" he asked, anticipation and trepidation mingling in his voice.

A sudden pain coursed through Drilvas' body, causing him to wince. "Ow!" he exclaimed.

Undeterred, Hasper pressed his hand against Drilvas' back. "Here," he said.

Drilvas winced again, but the pain faded, leaving warmth. "They're there, Drilvas! Your wings," Hasper declared.

Drilvas looked at the stars before turning to Hasper. Hesitantly, he placed his hand over Hasper's, drawing them close.

"Good," Hasper whispered softly.

Tears welled in Drilvas' eyes. "I have wings," he whispered.

Hasper squeezed his hand. "They've always been there, Drilvas, waiting for you to trust them."

"Do they fly?" Drilvas asked eagerly.

Hasper patted his head. "Yes, they do indeed fly."

Drilvas' eyes widened with excitement. "Can I try?"

Hasper chuckled. "Of course, Drilvas."

With a smile, Drilvas summoned his strength, his heart fluttering with anticipation. In an instant, he flapped his wings, feeling exhilarated as he soared into the night.

Giggles of delight echoed as Drilvas ascended higher and higher. Yet, as he reached a height, dizziness clouded his senses. He turned back towards the earth, hovering near the window's edge.

Concern etched upon his features, Hasper approached. "What's wrong? Do you need to come back down?"

Drilvas nodded, feeling vulnerable.

In a comforting gesture, Hasper embraced him. "It's okay, Drilvas. Just relax."

Suddenly, the sound of voices drifted in. "It seems our visitors have arrived," Hasper said. "Come, let's go meet them together."