 Daydreamer11 (Naya) & Weasley174 (Tom) Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ ❄ Showtunes > Everything ❄ ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll
Although normally timid (at least around people, anyway), Heath was anything but reluctant to feed the phoenix! He was just trying to be polite in letting Tom and Naya go first. He stood off to the side, his eyes never leaving the bird as he watched the others take turns feeding it. He hoped it wouldn’t be too full by the time he got his turn! That would be so disappointing if everybody but him got to feed the phoenix!
Heath’s dark head whipped around as he heard Naya talking to him. He nodded eagerly; he’d been ready for ages! He carefully took the tweezers - a task that was much harder while wearing - and used them to pick up a gold leaf from the box. Holding his free hand under the leaf, just in case he dropped it, he stepped forward. “Still hungry, pretty bird?” he asked the phoenix, smiling warmly. “Look, I’ve got a nice, tasty gold leaf for you.” The bird blinked, as if debating whether or not to take the leaf. Heath’s heart sank. It was too full for more; he should’ve guessed… Or maybe it was just shy like him. Not willing to give up just yet, he said, “It’s okay, don’t be shy, pretty bird. We’re all your friends.” The phoenix leaned its proud head down and took a small nibble of the leaf. In the blink of an eye, the leaf was gone, and the phoenix was munching contentedly. Heath grinned. “Good boy… girl… bird!” Yeah, let’s go with that, since he had no idea if the phoenix was male or female.
“I wonder if it has a name…” Heath mused, realizing too late that he’d spoken out loud. If it didn’t, they should give it one! They couldn’t just keep calling it “pretty bird”, could they?
Before he had much time to think on it, Professor de Nostredame gave the next set of instructions. For one wild moment, Heath’s thoughts went to a very dark place. Beeswax… wax burns, and… Heath bit his lip, staring at the ground. He didn’t even want to think about that! Fortunately, the professor’s next sentence confirmed that the wax was not going to be used to help the phoenixes in the actual burning process. When all the instructions were given, he looked questioningly at Tom and Naya. Who was going to get the wax?
__________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led
If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true... |