When Angles Cry; Part Two
Freman's wings beat the air with a powerful stroke, attempting to gain extra altitude. While he was no champion of high flying, Freman could outmatch many of his fellows in strength and endurance. His powerful feathered wings continued to pull him upward and onward, towards the City of the Loft, the only Filda city.
Freman normally despised cities, but the City of the Loft was no ordinary town. High atop Mt. Loft, it was totally inaccessible except by the Filda's wings, and even a normal Filda would find the trip exhausting. Still, it was more than this fact that made the City of the Loft an unusual town. "Home", if such a word applies, to Filda, the city naturally had very few long term occupants. Since most Filda despise permanency, spending their days in near endless migration, the city was comprised mostly of temporary housing, rented to the Filda who needed a break from the grind of travel. The town's constant residents were restricted to a few merchants, a handful of family Filda, an assortment of those to old to travel, and the court of Lord Wingback. In reality, Lord Wingback was the only reason Freman was returning to his birthplace of the City of the Loft. The fastest Filda visiting in the city had volunteered to fly in search of Freman and his brother, Lord Wingback's only children. He had received word only three day ago that his father was in very ill health, and near death's door. Even now it might be too late, and part of him wondered if that was for the best. Freman and his father more often than not approached life from very different perspectives.
Freman glanced up at the circular towers of the City of the Loft as they poked up though the clouds that surrounded the peek of Mt. Loft. The Filda had many enemies, so the hidden city was their closely guarded secret. As he neared the gate, Freman's sharp ears picked up the sound of a Filda drawing up out of the clouds below him. Looking down, he saw the form of his brother, Cumlius, pull above the mist and into view.
"Hail, brother," he called down. He had hoped Cumlius would have already arrived, perhaps taking some of the edge off of their father before his visit. Cumlius glanced up, and gave a wave back, wings spread to glide.
"Hail and well met, Freman!"
Soon the two landed on the massive stone balcony, built straight out from the mountain wall. Cumlius looked over to his brother and gave a lopsided grin as the two approached the gates to the city. His eyes were the same yellow, his hair and wings the same brown as Freman. Many had claimed the two were as alike as twins, though in truth Cumlius was several years the elder. He pushed some of the straight brown hair away from his eyes as his smile saddened somewhat.
"Long have wanted to see you brother, I am sorry we must meet over such sad tidings..."
Freman normally despised cities, but the City of the Loft was no ordinary town. High atop Mt. Loft, it was totally inaccessible except by the Filda's wings, and even a normal Filda would find the trip exhausting. Still, it was more than this fact that made the City of the Loft an unusual town. "Home", if such a word applies, to Filda, the city naturally had very few long term occupants. Since most Filda despise permanency, spending their days in near endless migration, the city was comprised mostly of temporary housing, rented to the Filda who needed a break from the grind of travel. The town's constant residents were restricted to a few merchants, a handful of family Filda, an assortment of those to old to travel, and the court of Lord Wingback. In reality, Lord Wingback was the only reason Freman was returning to his birthplace of the City of the Loft. The fastest Filda visiting in the city had volunteered to fly in search of Freman and his brother, Lord Wingback's only children. He had received word only three day ago that his father was in very ill health, and near death's door. Even now it might be too late, and part of him wondered if that was for the best. Freman and his father more often than not approached life from very different perspectives.
Freman glanced up at the circular towers of the City of the Loft as they poked up though the clouds that surrounded the peek of Mt. Loft. The Filda had many enemies, so the hidden city was their closely guarded secret. As he neared the gate, Freman's sharp ears picked up the sound of a Filda drawing up out of the clouds below him. Looking down, he saw the form of his brother, Cumlius, pull above the mist and into view.
"Hail, brother," he called down. He had hoped Cumlius would have already arrived, perhaps taking some of the edge off of their father before his visit. Cumlius glanced up, and gave a wave back, wings spread to glide.
"Hail and well met, Freman!"
Soon the two landed on the massive stone balcony, built straight out from the mountain wall. Cumlius looked over to his brother and gave a lopsided grin as the two approached the gates to the city. His eyes were the same yellow, his hair and wings the same brown as Freman. Many had claimed the two were as alike as twins, though in truth Cumlius was several years the elder. He pushed some of the straight brown hair away from his eyes as his smile saddened somewhat.
"Long have wanted to see you brother, I am sorry we must meet over such sad tidings..."
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