Amalthea loved how the sun kissed her flesh, warming it in full before the wind tugged it’s hands through her hair. But as much as she loved the feeling, she could not withdraw from the human she spoke with now. “Your mother and father… Gave you away?”“When I was a child, my parents gave me to the monastery to be raised as a monk. I had to swear a vow of poverty, chastity and obedience to His word and the rule of Saint Benedict…” Deorwine sighed, watching the cold beauty on her face. She made it all feel so pointless.
He reached into his sleeve and drew out a small pouch.
He tugged it open and poured crushed grain into his hand.
“Here.” He held out his hand to her.
“For the birds.” He smiled up at the trees above them.
Amalthea watched as the Pilgrim who needed the stick, reached into his pouch and like a savior brought forth seeds for the sweet songbirds that followed her. It was stunning to see a human carry such trinkets, t then again Pilgrim was apparently not like all other humans.
She could not touch the animals though, if she had they would forever be hers, captivated by the magic that thrived within her prolonging and restoring life. “Please, Pilgrim, It is a kind gesture but they would much rather have you feed them.”
