hearts break
They said one of her feathers could heal a broken heart.No one knew where she came from, and no one knew how she could always find a grieving lover. But she did.
Never right away, however. They said she gave them time to mourn, time to grow first. Then, when they were ready, they would hear the quiet flutter of wings and a softly glowing white feather would drop near them. They never saw her pass by, no matter how hard they looked.
Just picking up the feather was said to be enough. As the lover held it, their heart would mend. Once they were healed, the feather would lose it’s glow forever. Often, as tradition dictated, the feather would then be burned to signify a close to that chapter in their life.
The bird remained elusive despite attempts to capture it, attempts of a few to hoard the powers for themselves. But it was never meant for one, it was meant for all to share and to mend.
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profile: boogleloo
story: Trithie