Birth of a Crimson Feather

✠︎ The White Dragon ✠︎ [Non Compos Mentis]

The night kept its tranquil energy as we were staring at the moon's journey to full illumination. For some unknown reason, my fingers began tingling and my whole body felt like it was emanating a different kind of energy, one I did not think I had felt before.

Upon looking at Pyr, I could see his tattoo glistening in the moonlight, in his eyes two wonderous green flames were burning so bright as if someone was shining a torch way too close at them. Even though I was not so sure, there was this inkling he was feeling the same energy going through his body as I was this entire time.

I opted to say nothing, for the time being, I simply rested my hands on my lap and continued staring at the sky. My mother's face began making an appearance, dancing in my mind and taking true form in the night sky. For a moment I could swear she was there, wearing her white dress and brown belt, where she would hang the brushes and pens she enjoyed writing with.

What an odd visual that was, I only knew about this through my father's descriptions of her. I never saw my mother wearing that dress, I never experienced her love of art and poetry firsthand. Only in my dreams, I could imagine her walking around the house, asking me to help her with her paintings or sit to have tea with her.

I was convinced the moon's energy was making me see things, things my mind contained as mere information, could now take form in front of my very eyes. Without noticing, my body began to shake, I was getting goosebumps. My hands were sweaty and my left eye changed color out of the blue. Well, it would change color when I would get tired or had a lot to read, but this was different. I could see in purple through my cornea. It freaked me out so much that Pyr noticed and turned anxiously to ask what was wrong.

"Cassi...? What happened? Why is your left eye turning lavender?"

He never saw my eyes change colors before. I would make sure to either sleep before he would see them or I would purposely wear my hat low on my face so he wouldn't notice the difference.

"Oh...This? Uh-hmm... It is nothing unusual, my left eye always changes color when I am tired."

I brushed him off even though I knew this was not normal.

"Don't. This is not the time for that. Be honest, I can feel something is wrong here."

He was quick to notice a lot of things, I came to realize that after traveling for a while with this kid. I could just throw a fit right now, just like I would in my classes when someone would push me, but I knew this would not help right now.

"Look, I think it is the moon's energy... I know it sounds silly..."

"No, not silly at all. You are a witch, after all, you may not be that powerful, pardon my assumption, but your people draw energy from its surface. You can't dismiss that, now can you?"

"When did you decide to be so educated on witchy work, Pyr? I am impressed!"

"Is this you teasing me 'cause I am usually very reactive and do not comply with the ways of the studious people of your kind? Cause if not, then it feels like it to me for some reason!"

I could not contain my laughter any longer, he was saying all that while having this adorable look on his face. I think I have seen a small puppy have the same expression when it was hungry for more treats. Was this a time for me to be teasing him or should I be nice? I was not sure so I decided to combine the two.

"You choose brawl over brains most of the time, and if you dont mind me saying, it got us into some very interesting situations before. But I am not teasing you at the moment. I am truly impressed by your sentiment. "