Three - The Owl's Flight
Once some owl, in some night, for some reason, or without any reason, flew through some opened window in somebody's room...
And there was a girl sleeping deeply in her bed.  The astonished bird, just perched on her pillow. She probably felt something, but she didn't wake up, just sighed, and stretched with her arms up, so the blanket slid down from this young woman's body. Then she curled up on aside. The Moon's light, streaming from the window, made her skin looking like porcelain. Her long hair dispersed on the pillow, shined with magic copper-golden reflections... The owl's eyes examined with gentle pleasure this beautiful creature.
She was so sweet when she slept, so, if the owl could, it would kiss her. But owl's beak would just hurt her tender skin...
So, the bird caressed her cheek only with his wing. Then he whispered some tender words on her ear, till even she was so deep asleep, her cheeks blushed...
She looked so nice, so pretty, and so charming, that the owl decided to give her a magic gift... He turns her night robe into a magic dress, created from moon light and star dust. Well, this dress were mostly revealing her body, than hiding it, but it gave the human beings power to fly without any wings. Just with power of their desire!
"Wake up, dear girl!", the owl said, "Can't you see? You are now like a fairy... Stand up, and follow me! I will create for you the best of all the nicest dreams!"
The girl's eye lashes trembled, then slowly opened. Two nice ocean-blue eyes met owl's big amber eyes.  A sweet smile bloomed on her pink lips. Then her body slowly rose in the air. She giggled happily, then reached out her hand to the owl, and they together flew out through the window toward the forest near there.

It was that time in dreams, you never knew what time it was then real... It was at night, but it was a full of colors daylight, if your sight stopped on something, that you'd like to see in details... The trees were green, as it was a summer time... but covered with a thin snow fluff, as it was still a winter there,... and there were so many blooming flowers, but with the sparking white frost on their delicate, so frail leaves... A little river was streaming there, and it was frozen at the same time... The Owl said some magic word and a powerful light was lighted over the river. It was like a bolid stopped in the air about six feet before to touch the ground. Its tail of shining light went straight up to the sky, vanishing somewhere in the space, formerly in the eternity... And the blazing gate was opened to the Dreamland, where everything is possible, but only the chosen ones could get inside....

They were flying then over a nice peaceful green land. Nice meadows between hills covered with forests. On the skyline was a long blue mountain, disappearing far far away on both sides. There were some other big mountains much closer on the left side. Very high ones with abrupt rocky peaks, still with snow hats on them. The flying strange couple, a bird and a girl, rose higher and higher, till they could see on the right side... the sea. A large waved water surface with no end... As far as your sight could reach, you could not say, where the water was kissing the trembling air, and disappears...
The sky was shining blue with nice little fluffy clouds on it. The air was warm, but fresh, and filled of a sweet flower aroma. Maybe because of all of this, or because of all of these new impressions, or because of... who knows what, the young woman felt herself just so enchanted... fascinated... so happy... so... what even she didn't know what it was. And she began just to play in the air. She rolled over head, made swirls up, then down, loops... It was so wonderful to fly so free, without even moving arms or legs, just by the wish of flight. She even flew forward, but with her head down and legs up, and even with her legs ahead, arms stretched aside, letting the wind taking her shining white magic dress up over her tummy, caressing her body, playing with her wonderful red hair...

The Owl were flying around the happily giggling girl enjoying as much as she did. Her happiness filled his heart with so tender feelings... Oh, he really liked this girl! She was the Joy herself! And a delight for his eyes. How wonderful it was, when the wind playing with her dress revealed some parts of her perfect pale body, then hid them, just to discover the other more attractive ones. His sight stopped on the delicate slop of her tummy,... but then she got her knees up, and began to kick in the air in a so funny way. The Owl laughed at this, enjoying with her little feet with so sweet small pink toes. His sight caressed her ankles, calves, kissed her knees, stopped with a pleasure to her creamy thighs... The wind decided to hide this for Owl's eyes, when she turned around, but then it showed two perfect round half spheres..., then hid them right away....
The bird thought, he could look at this girl's play forever... His eyes could never be tired of her tender graceful beauty...
Well, he was wise enough, not to loose his head completely. :) He closed his eyes for a moment, took a deep breath, and cried: " Hey, girl, enough! Stop playing! We are laaaaandiiiiiing!"

They landed on a nice round glade covered with beautiful little flowers, somewhere in the some forest. As they did this, a big green fluffy ball with a thin long tail and little blue horns jumped from a bush in front of them.
"Hey, hi Greedy!", The Owl said. " I'm not Greedy!" the imp replied,"Where is my brother Greedy, Owl? What did you do with him?!? Huh???" The imp made a very angry face, opened wide his huge mouth growling... and another imp jumped out of his mouth, the same looking, like the first one! "Where is Greedy, Owl?" said the new imp,"Where did you left him??? Huh???" The imp growled angrily, opened his huge mouth, and then...

Well, when the imps become already three, the Owl shouted to his mate: "Fly out! Up! Quickly!!!" The girl jumped scared and soared like a rocket. "But why??? They looked so cute though..." she asked with still jumping heart, when they already were high enough to see the fluffy green creatures looking as little peas. The Owl looked sad, and a bit upset. "Because when their number would reach thirteen, they could put a spell on us... I don't know what, and I'm not sure, I'm strong enough to break it... And because I'm guilty..." The Owl sighed a long sigh. "I don't know where my good friend Greedy is now. I thought, that he had found a way back to home. But now I'm sure, he's still somewhere in the human's world, and I'm responsible for this... Once, when I opened the gate to the Earth, he just rolled down between my legs, and got in with me, then disappeared! If you only knew these tricky imps... I hope, he'll not have much trouble there, but still, for his sake I should bring him back here!"
The sensible girl tried to get his sad thoughts off, caressing his back, as they flew, and said, that she'll be happy to help him, and once they be back in human's world, they'll go together to search for Greedy. The Owl chuckled gladly, and they keep on flying, enjoying with the beautiful landscape below.

There were nice little streams, running down hills. The crystal clear water was jumping and singing among the stones. Somewhere they were going into a small pools, somewhere running fast again, than vanishing among some huge roots of the some formidable trees in the dark forests. The joined streams became then a little river. It flowed calm, quiet, right in the middle of a valley far away. Maybe because of the distance, or of some kind of magic looking thin mist over it, this valley looked a bit strange. Not green, but... pink!
"Mr. Owl...", the girl called her friend shyly, "What's this over there?...", her little pink forefinger pointing at that distant pink thing.
"Come on, girl!" the Owl said, "The most beautiful part of our trip is still ahead!" and he led her along the river toward that pink, pink, pink land faraway ahead...

The Valley of the Roses! Millions, billions of roses were blooming there, on both sides of a little river. Wherever you'd look around, to the where your sight could reach, there were only roses, roses, roses... The most of them were pink, but there could be seen some white spots, some yellow ones, red, and many other nuances in this pink flower ocean. When they got closer, she saw, that some of these roses were of different kinds. From wild ones with only five leaves, to the huge curled balls, porcelain looking ones with an indescribable elegance, or rich heavy garlands going down from big wide bushes. And the air... the air there was incredible, miraculous, enchanting... Aroma of the millions of roses... could someone find enough of words for this!
And without any words the girl and the bird landed slowly there...
They stood among low rose bushes, all over with new buds, ready to bloom ones, just becoming to bloom, already blooming with their full beauty flowers. Flowers, so close to each other, that the green leaves under them were mostly not visible.
The fascinated girl was slowly walking from one bush to the other, touching, caressing tenderly some of these beautiful flowers, then the other one of them, till she stopped in front of a one huge pink rose. The multifold leaves curled each over the other in a endless helix, and each one was so fine, almost transparent, as made from a precious pink mother-of-pearl. She were so enchanted of it, so she reached her delicate pale hand under that flower, trying to pick up it. But... she squeaked, and quickly took her hand back. A little bright red drop appeared on her forefinger. The roses always have thorns, to protect their beauty, she had forgotten this for a moment.
"Are you hurt?", The Owl said concerned. "Oh, no... it's nothing...", the girl replied, and licked that drop of blood. The Owl was looking at her little pink tongue, how it went out between her sweet lips, then went back in, just wondering, if there is something in this girl, he would not admire...
He thought, that it was not a very wise thing for a bird to fall in love with a girl, but... he flew among the roses, and cut with his sharp beak, that unbelievable beauty, the girl wanted. Then holding it with his claws, still in the air, he cut all of rose's thorns, so nothing could hurt anymore the tender hands of his beloved. Then Owl dropped the rose in the girl's hands with words: "To The Lady Of My Heart!"
"Ah, thanks, my friend!..."said the girl with flushing cheeks. She rose her happy eyes to him. He thought, he could dive in these ocean bleu eyes... but he just flew upwards and said: "Just stay here!" then he made three circles around, then flew somewhere down, and disappeared...
After while the bird was back with a wonderful white rose in his claws. White like a snow, it's tender leaves were like covered with a white frost, and looked fragile like a fine porcelain... The bird gave that rose to the nice surprised girl with words: "With all of my tenderness to her..." and flew again. Soon he was back with a rose red and bright, like it was made from a ruby, and hot blood, with glowing embers in its center. "...and all the passion, I ever had!!!", were his words, when he presented this rose to the girl.
The Owl flew around again, and again, and there were an orange rose, a yellow one, a beige, and all of nuances of pink roses in girl's hands. She laughed, jumped to catch in the air the next rose, that the Owl dropped on her, running to this or that direction, the Owl flew. Till they were playing their happy play, they reached a nice flat place covered with short soft green grass, with big rose bushes blossomed of long garlands of pink, red, and white little roses.
"Ah, my dear, enough... I can't hold them anymore!", the girl said laughing, and then plopped on the grass. The Owl landed in front of her. The girl giggled, and dispersed all of her roses around. Then choosing the most beautiful of them, she twisted their stalks into a wreath, and put it on her head. "What do you say?..", girl asked. The bird was starring at her. Oh, so beautiful she was, with this crown of roses on her copper-red hair, flashing bleu eyes, and her sweet smile... So beautiful she was, that the poor bird forgot all words he ever knew... "Errrrrr... arrrrr...if...errr", and he flew to a pink rose bush behind the girl, and there were a whirlwind of rose pink leaves, silver sparks and something else... And then in front of her astonished eyes, the owl flew holding in his claws... a nice pink dress, made like from thousands of rose leaves and spider web.
The fascinated girl slowly stand up. "Ah... how nice!... You mean... I should...???", she said with hesitated voice. The Owl just quickly nodded many times.
The young woman flushed all over, but began to take her magic dress off. The Owl's eyes followed with gentle pleasure what the going up border of white sparkling robe was revealing. Her nice knees, her lovely round hips, then  her little cute tummy button. His sight was then caressing her chest, as she was taking a deep breath, when the dress was discovering it. When her wonderful pale breasts popped up, the Owl kept his breath... The perfect shape, and perfect size, the perfect elegance, a sweet delight for the artist's sight...  He felt, that a wave of warmth shivered his feathered body. The girl froze for a moment, as she was with her arms up, her dress still in her hands, and her long red hair still kept partially in it stood like flames of fire over her head. Her blue eyes on her flushing face were full of question... if he liked, what he saw?... The Owl could reply right now, that no one poet could describe with words beautiful enough, that beauty in front of his eyes! That there isn't a bard talented enough to create a music of admiration he has about her in his heart, and only the greatest artist could deserve her, be his Muse forever... And that he could do for her, what...
But the poor bird said nothing. He was afraid, the girl would laugh at him. And she could said: "Ha-ha... Look at you! Who do you think you are???"
So, when she dropped her dress down, and let the splendid waterfall of her copper-golden hair cover her delicate porcelain like shoulders, the bird just dropped the rose dress on her, and flew out to a some rose bush to perch on.
The young woman, put on that fine thing, like pink cloud of rose leaves. The unbelievable dress just fitted in her body perfectly. She turned around on her toes to show her friend, how nice she looked in this dress and with that crown of roses on her head, and... the ambient around changed!...
The green grass turned into a green marble polished floor in a big dancing hall, with high exquisite columns around supporting a thin marble ring, so the ceiling of this hall was just that nice shining blue sky. The long garlands of pink, white and red roses still were on that marble ring and went down, curling around the columns. Then she heard, like thousands of tender voices were whispering around:..."princess,...princess...the princess..." She turned, looking around. No one there, except her feathered friend standing on the floor. But the voices rose, wave over the wave, in the nice singing chorus: "The princess! The princess!!! Long live The Princess Of The Roses!!!" All of the roses around were singing this name! She just cannot believe! Her eyes met the Owl's flashing amber eyes. "Yes, my dearest,..." he said, "It's you! You are now The Princess Of The Roses!!!"
He chuckled and flew right in her hands. She hold the bird close to her chest and asked looking tenderly in his eyes: "Did you do all of this?..." "Actually you did it...", the Owl replied looking in her eyes. Eyes to eyes, with the same feeling rising in the both pure hearts, they laughed happily together. Then the Owl gently said: "My Princess, would you let me have the honor to dance with you, your first dance of crown?"
"Ah, yes, my noble knight,... but how?..." the girl replied. "Just turn round on your toes once again" the Owl said. She did this, and the thousands of violins sounded. She touched her wreath to see if it would not fall down, and realized that it was turned into a real crown! A golden ring with silver thorns up and roses around made from ivory, enamel, and jewels. The invisible orchestra played some known classic music, 'minuet' by Bucherini. The girl blushed, and bow down her head wondering how to dance this, and saw, she already had a beautiful pair of pink dancer shoes on her nice little feet. Then her legs moves by themselves, and she danced minuet, as she was did it for whole her life. Light steps, a graceful walk, then turn round to change the partner (well, the happy partner was only one), walk, turn, than curtsey... then again the same. She giggled all the time, since it was a fun, when the Owl flew from one of her stretched arm to the other one, then turning around her, and landing to make curtsey, in a very funny way. One leg ahead, wings up and head bowed down to the floor, but still looking at her eyes.
The music changed all the time. The happy strange couple were dancing, enjoying the magic place, enjoying the pleasant time, enjoying each-other... Happy together... with the feelings so precious... so pure, and rare...

When the girl felt, she was already without a breath, she stopped, still giggling, and said: "Ah, I cannot anymore! I feel a bit tired...I'm sorry..."
"Well, it's time to rest." the Owl said. And then she saw a nice white big bed between two columns, with beautiful pink transparent curtains around it. She plopped on bed, her beautiful red hair dispersed on the light pink pillow. The Owl gently landed beside her. The girl hug the bird smiling, and close her eyes. She felt so nice. Her body resting, calm, quiet... "It was a dream..." she thought, "I was sleeping... I'm going to fall asleep again in my dream???... So strange..." then she felt a tender touch of hot lips on her lips..."Yes, I'm dreaming... I  know... It is just another magic dream in my so magic dream... Ah, let it be..."

Be continued.
But only if YOU want to.

© The Owl