Lights.
Even as an infant, they'd loved them.
Even as an infant, they were drawn to the light.
Even as an infant, the light was drawn right back.
Even as an infant, they were captivating; made for the stage.
"She's melody given shape, Helden!"
"Quite a fine child we've given birth to, Alta."
The child's lively hazel eyes flitted here and there, seeming to be familiarizing themselves with their stage even then.
"You've made way for an angel, Mr and Mrs.Olencia."
"Quite a fine child indeed!"
"Fine? That's the most beautiful baby I've ever seen!"
One by one, the child was surrounded.
Even as an infant, they were beautiful.
The song-bird had been mesmerizing before they'd even gained their voice.
"The name this child deserves is clear, Helden." Said their mother, smiling fondly.
"And what's that, Alta?"
"This child shall be Octavia."
"Octavia?"
"Yes. Doesn't it fit?"
"Well, yes, but who's to say it's an "Octavia?""
"That is to say?"
"We haven't looked yet is all, Alta. He could be just as well be an Octavius."
"Well, why don't we see for ourselves?"
"Mmm...mmm"
The child shied away from each and every touch, seeming even then to think it an invasion of privacy.
This was quite curious to all those around, and, with a laugh, made up the minds of their parents.
"Well, it seems the child has spoken for themselves."
"Seems that way. How's about Octave?"
YOU ARE READING
The songbird's wings
Fantasy"I soar.... I sing.... I fall......" This is the simple way to describe the tale of Octave Olencia. A star for the ages, brought to tragedy.....perhaps for the better.
