First an apology to those reading Higher Calling. I am experiencing a bad case of Writer's Block and will be unable to continue.:hits_self In the meantime, why not enjoy this new story about the childhoods of Indigo and Greywing!
Princess Ashley waited by her door. Her godparents, the Falconers, Indigo and Greywing, had come to visit.
When Indigo knocked, Ashley happily opened the door. The blue-winged Falconer was obviously pregnant.
"Welcome, godmother and godfather." Ashley greeted them, performing the traditional Falconer greeting (which is done by placing your hands at the chest and hooking them at the thumbs so that they form wings). Then she offered a chair to Indigo.
"Thank you, Princess." Indigo slowly sat down.
"How's the baby?" Ashley asked as she took another chair.
"He or she's doing fine. He or she should be arriving in two months." Indigo answered.
Ashley pressed a hand against Indigo's belly. The fetus kicked.
"So does this mean you won't visit me anymore?" Ashley asked.
"Of course not." said Greywing. "You're too precious to us. Besides, to us, you are our daughter as well."
"What's it like for a Falconer?" Ashley asked. "Is it true that the Great Shepherdess actually trains you?"
"Yes, but we have a special name for her. It's Lo-Grota, which means Great Mother." Indigo answered. "Why don't I tell you our story? It's not that different from other Falconers."
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CHapter 1: Indigo is called
(Note the rest of the story is told Flashback style)
Indigo's family was very pleasant. Her mother was Heron, who was in the Fourth choir. Her father, Crimson, was in the Third Choir. Because of this, they lived on a farm. Both parents gave her all the love and attention any child could ask for. She was the youngest of the five children, but rarely saw any of them because they were often away on missions.
The day she turned seven was filled with celebration. But then night came.
She was sleeping blissfully when suddenly, she felt excruciating pain in her back, as though something was piercing it. She screamed for her parents. Her mother came rushing in.
"What's wrong, dearest child?" Heron asked.
"My back!" Indigo screamed. "Something's ripping it!"
Crimson came in and Heron told him "Get me some gauze, quickly!" Crimson nodded and obeyed.
"Turn on your stomach." Heron said to Indigo. Indigo obeyed, and Heron could see what looked like feathers coming out. Indigo's wings were arriving.
Crimson brought the bandages. Heron wrapped them around her thumb and put it near Indigo's mouth.
"Bite on this!" Heron exclaimed. "So you won't bite your tongue!"
As Indigo bit her mother's thumb, Heron softly hummed, lulling Indigo back to sleep. She had Crimson bring a small bucket filled with soapy water and a brush. After the wings finished breaking through Indigo's back, Heron began cleaning them.
When the sun rose, Indigo awoke from her mother's sleep spell. She saw Heron stroking the new wings. Indigo careened her neck to see them. They were blue, exactly like her mother's. She tried to move them. At first, it was difficult, but she was able to get them to beat.
"Don't strain them too much. They still need to heal, so that they will feel as though they are a part of your body." Heron cautioned.
It was at that moment that Indigo noticed her mother was sobbing.
"What's wrong, grota? she asked. ("grota" means mother)
"You are not going to live here anymore. The wings you've been given mean that Lo-grota has called you to serve her." Heron explained sadly.
"But I want to stay here with you." Indigo pleaded.
"You can't decide that." Heron said sharply. "She will not be a harsh instructor. In time, you will enjoy serving her as much as I do."
Indigo had known her mother long enough to know when not to argue. She slowly stood up. "Then I'll do what I can to make you proud of me."
"That's my girl." Heron congratulated. She helped her to get dressed by putting a robe on her that had slits in the back for her wings. "Come, it's time for us to go to the Dotheg. (Dotheg means temple)