xxxxx“Another!” *smashes mug*
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Genealogy
xxxxx“You — what?” Kaia faltered, and the falcon’s heart twisted. They’d been in the hidden valley for months now, his restlessness growing with every passing day. Everywhere he looked, it seemed there was another birds’-nest; he longed to know what had befallen his own family.
xxxxx“I must find my whānau,” he repeated.
xxxxx“But — Veil, I thought we’d made it!”
xxxxx“Yes, dear one, but I need to find them,” he insisted, bending from the girl’s shoulder to catch her gaze. She had to understand. “What if you never found out what happened to... Sir?” The man was Kaia’s
not-quite father. “I need this. What if they’re still alive? Why did they
leave me!” He screeched suddenly, overwhelmed by anger and confusion.
xxxxx“No yelling in my ear,
tama.”xxxxxKaia worked in silence for a moment, preparing thread for stitching an eagle’s badly-gashed talon. Then, “Alright,” she murmured, “but —”
xxxxx“Thank you!” Veil gripped a strand of hair in his beak, tugging it affectionately. Releasing her shoulder, he hopped up onto her head and spread his wings, heart soaring with jubilation.
xxxxx“Wait — Veil,
wait!” Kaia gasped, and the bird grumbled as fingers ensnared his leg.
xxxxx“I’ll be back,” he whistled in disgust. “I’ll be back before the moon wanes —” that was just over a week away — “whether I find them or not.”
xxxxxKaia nodded feverishly, releasing him. “I know,” she whispered, “I know. It’s just...
xxxxx“Go,” she gulped finally. “Go, and may the wind bless your wings.”
xxxxxThe falcon dipped his head, gratitude and relief combined beneath his feathers. “And the land your feet,” he whistled gently. Then, anxiety and exhilaration warring in his heart, he sprang aloft and winged away over the mountains.
xxxxxKaia watched after him, eyes dark with trouble.
~ ~ ~
xxxxxThat night, a vicious, screaming wind ripped Veil from the sky and tossed him away. A boulder rushed out of nowhere to greet the stunned bird.
xxxxxForcing himself sideways in a gut-wrenching dive, Veil barely missed the jagged edge and hastily righted himself once more, heart pounding a war-dance in his chest. Rain streaked down from above, trickling through his feathers to race icy-fingered across his skin.
Cyclone.
xxxxxA sudden spear of lightning glared to life only metres in front of his beak, and with a sharp cry of alarm he veered back on himself — and smashed full-speed into a rattling mesh fence.
xxxxxWith a shriek of alarm his wings snapped open, and he landed awkwardly.
xxxxxSnapping his beak irritably at the delay, Veil stalked into the bushes.
~ ~ ~
xxxxxA bitter wind howled a doleful song across the countryside. Veil hunkered down in the lee of a fallen tree to preen, eyeing the storm balefully.
xxxxxA chill crept down his spine, and tucking his head firmly under his wing, he coolly slept the night away.
~ ~ ~
xxxxxVeil blinked owlishly in the early-morning sunlight. Leaves and branches littered the ground, testament to last night’s fury, and he yawned dismissively. He was lord of the sky, uncowed by any storm. But something off-putting hovered in the breeze. Something... sinister.
xxxxxWarily, he crept from his shelter — and froze. Nearby was an old, old nest — a scrape in the ground — but the scent that hung like a half-forgotten memory told him everything.
xxxxxThis was where he had hatched.
xxxxxSlowly, the falcon inched forward, wings trembling. Would his parents be here? Would they care that he came?
xxxxxShivering violently, he tried to take another step forward — but it was too much; he couldn’t. The wind rushed through his wings in great gusts as he leapt aloft.
xxxxxApprehension quivering in his feathers, Veil circled the site. But it was half a decade since he’d hatched; all that remained was a dust-filled hollow and the dying remnant of a fading smell that meant
nothing. His heart ached.
xxxxxThe falcon circled again as a jarring fleck of unnatural caught his gaze. It looked like...
xxxxxTalons spread wide for a grip, he settled in the tree beside it. A jacket — and still reeking, even after so many years.
Chemicals — death — man — falcon. He recognised them all.
xxxxxIt was Sir’s old coat, the one he’d lost long ago; and he was sure the falcons’ scents were his parents. But the chemicals — no, it
couldn’t be true.
xxxxxSick with dread, the falcon leapt aloft. He knew where to look for answers next; he knew that
smell: it came from the room Sir used for disciplining Kaia.
xxxxxThe room she had never let him enter.
~ ~ ~
xxxxxGale-force winds screamed round the building Veil had hoped never to see again: the twisted imitation of a home. He blinked, and like a roaring tide the memories of hunger-abandonment-
helplessness-hopelessness-terror for Kaia — flashed behind his lids.
xxxxxWith a screech of defiance — he
wasn’t afraid! — Veil dove, and the smoke-stained roof rose up in delight to greet him. What-was-he-doing, Sir-would-catch-him, he’d-be-caught-again,
please-no!xxxxxClaws clattering against the cast-iron roof, he landed. He was
alright.
xxxxxWings tucked tight against his back, Veil warily made his way across the ridgepole. Dark memories clung to every feather.
xxxxxFinally, he reached the edge of the roof above a small, lonely window and took a deep breath, shaking his wings out.
xxxxxDid he
dare?xxxxxEyes shut tight, he leapt from the roof.
xxxxxThe wind swept him a foot or two away before he spun to face the building; as usual, the window dangled loose on its hinges.
xxxxxNot giving himself time to think, the falcon tucked his wings and dove...
xxxxx...then with a twist of his wings, shot up the side of the building. Chest-feathers brushed brick-wall, and icy talons clutched his heart.
xxxxxIf he collided —
no. He couldn’t.
xxxxxThe world blurred before his eyes, until at last he arrowed through the gap — spread his wings with a snapping jerk — and hung suspended for a moment.
He was alive.xxxxxTrembling with fear and exertion, Veil drifted gently to the ground. Lazy motes of dust slid placidly down a thin stream of sunlight, and he cocked his head curiously; the walls seemed to consist entirely of bookshelves.
xxxxxVeil froze as something flashed from the shadows —
falcon eyes.
xxxxxCrying joyously, he sprang into the air.
“Mum!?” he almost sobbed.
xxxxxVeil reached the alcove in a matter of seconds, giddy with exhilaration, and reeled back with a strangled gasp.
xxxxxThe falcon was dead.
xxxxxHe crumpled to the ground.
xxxxxDead eyes caught the light from every direction. Falcons — fantails — possums — rats. More taxidermied bodies than he could count. And his own mum with them.
xxxxxVeil’s eyes burned red with rage and grief.
Kaia had known. She’d known and done
nothing. Across the room stood a male falcon — his own parents were here, and she had done
nothing!xxxxxScreaming with fury, Veil flashed back through the window and hung suspended in the air, beak gleaming wickedly in the dying sunlight.
He would burn it to the ground. And
Kaia —xxxxxA lone figure stood apart from the trees, dark hair snapping like a banner in the wind. Veil, trembling with shock, fluttered to the ground.
xxxxxThe girl approached with careful steps, face twisted with too many emotions.
xxxxx“Kaia —” Veil faltered. He had to be strong — had to be strong. “They’re in there, and — you didn’t —
xxxxx“Why?” he sobbed, anger melting and pooling in rivers of pain and confusion.
xxxxx“It’s — not —
them — Veil.” Kaia’s voice wavered, but held an undercurrent of undeniable truth. She shook her head, a stray tear hitting the earth. “Not anymore. I buried them years ago.”
xxxxxSuddenly she scooped him into her arms, feathers and all, heart beating strong against his. “I’m so sorry.”
xxxxxHer touch was scarred and familiar. Veil’s chest tightened. But ever so slightly, his heartache eased.
‘Whānau’ is ‘family’ in Māori, and ‘tama’ is ‘boy’. :.)