Flying over the English Countryside

Flying over the English countryside, the devastation of war became a small note.  The greens and small towns close to the Edge of the Island looked untouched.  Quiet hamlets of individuals knowing a war was happening around them but not participating in a grand scale. 

     Another war had been waged around the humans for millennia.  A war where even some humans chose sides, Irti did not understand that, in her own people there were a few humans that chose to help them.  Those humans manned safe houses.

     There were also many humans around the world that believed the meddling white wings were some kind of good offered to them by their god.  Irti did not know of a god who would want to interfere in the natural course of human daily life.  The god she served had a ‘hands off’ kind of philosophy.  He did not demand followers.  If you chose to follow, it was your own choice.

     Her mind drifted as they both flew over some pretty white cliffs.  The English Channel looked murky to Irti.  The storm clouds must have just assaulted the Channel.  That meant the main continent would have a deluge of rain later.

     Irti slowed herself down hovering over the churning water of the Channel.  As did her ex–lover Daryush, he spoke to her clearly as if the wind did not impede his sound.  “I do what I think is right.  You know that.”

     “What’s right?”  Irti said, hovering.  She flapped her massive wings a couple of times before she spoke once again. “Right is subjective.”

     “As you always argued.”  He said, moving slightly closer to her.  “Saving a few humans doesn’t harm anyone.”

     “Yes it does.”  Irti knew she would be talking to a wall but she had to try, “You don’t know who is supposed to live or die.  Some lives have to move on and become new people.  We are not the judges of this world.  Frankly, I wish the veil between our world and the humans would be sealed off forever.”

     He smiled, “You still have no liking for people.”

     Irti cringed, “My liking or disliking has nothing to do with you and your kind impeding human history.”

     “Quite right, quite right.”  He sighed, “I tried to make you understand.”  He reached out a hand to gently touch the side of Irti’s creamy cheek.  “You are so dark and beautiful.  I could kiss you even now; alas that is not what you want.  You want to take me back to our world.  You want me on trial for crimes that I don’t think I am committing.  That is not what I want.”

     She flew backwards.  “Your touch never meant much to me.” 

     “I know, we were not meant to be mates.”  He smiled again as he peered over Irti’s shoulder, “I found mine.  She is coming right now.”