[Closed] Fly, pigeon fly, cross your windblown sky

[espigeonage]

Who: Thorir, Aaron, Julien
What: Let's find the prodigal pigeon and haul him back home
Where: Within the Neuschwanstein boundary; a mountainous place without that many people
When: This weekend


yes okay maybe the main reason I cut this was for the text.

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[espigeonage]

The roads to the town are clear. With many better places to ski nearby, the town itself is quiet in the winter. There have been sightings of some kind of "white eagle" up the mountain, around Schernbergalm. A few days ago there'd been an avalanche on a nearby slope - apparently, the "eagle" had flown over it and dug out a tourist. A very large bird has been sighted over other fresh avalanches in the area too. There is debate about if it's looking for people, and if it is, whether it's really helping them by circling dramatically and digging, or looking for an easy meal. Sometimes singing can be heard, and there's been a little smoke, but the "eagle" keeps away from the town and no one really wants to make the climb now, when feet of snow cover the path. Any photographs of it aren't helpful, a distant fast white bird against snow.

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[espigeonage]

The alm is built for summer stays. There's no heating and poor insulation, but if Julien buries himself in hay with blankets on top and fluffs up he's warm enough to sleep. He'd be more comfortable with the woodstove kept on more often than what he needs to boil bone-and-grain water into gelatinous sludge porridge. Just about any time that he's not out flying, and he's flying a lot, he's fluffed up to the point of being spherical. It helps with the cold.

The chief virtues of living like this are that it's hard and numbing, and there's no one to judge or pity him. Julien is well aware that he can't stay here and do this forever. Someday, he's going to have to come down back to the real world.