A New Beginning: Tessa's Story

When the lights brightened, I arched my back in a stretch, then paused as I remembered last night's events. My overreaction yesterday made me cringe internally, although I suspected it would happen again if I tried to stay with Mom and Dad.

I sighed and finished my stretch before exiting the hollow. The past couldn't be changed, so there was no sense fretting over it—although that was easier said than done.

As I normally did when I spent the night at Soranto's, I mindlinked Mom. "Good morning."

"How are you doing?"

"I'm fine. Sorry about last night."

"Don't worry about it. You may have slept elsewhere, but we'll still see each other later this morning."

I sent relief and agreement down the mindlink. This morning would be just like yesterday morning; the only difference was that Soranto would be spending the day with us.

After getting a big drink, I went to wait for the sun. Somewhat to my surprise, Soranto was already outside. Banking to the side, I flew over to land on Soranto's shoulder and nudged his chin. He reached up and stroked my wings and back.

The door opened as Maria and Adeline came outside. I whistled a greeting as they sat in their chairs.

"Good morning, Tessa," Maria greeted me happily.

This entire family seemed to be made of cheerful early morning risers. I knew Maria didn't have to get up at this time—she only did it to watch me sing. I wasn't the best flier or singer out there, so it was kind of flattering that they chose to watch me instead of sleeping in.

My eyes strayed back to where the sun was just about to appear. Spreading my wings, I flew over to the stump. I landed and shook out my wings, limbering them up.

The call was building, inviting me to proclaim the joy and glory of the new day. It wanted me to inspire hope for any who didn't realize the beauty of the world around them, letting them know that each day was a gift for those who chose to see it for what it was.

Clouds framed the rising sun, somehow delaying my takeoff even though the Song had already begun. Taking a deep breath, I began singing slow, lower tones which picked up in pace—but not pitch.

Partially unfolding my wings, I awaited the signal to take to the air. Like an invisible flash, I knew the exact moment to launch myself into the sky. The usual swift, flowing pace was replaced by something slower and deeper.

Every movement was purposeful; the rhythm somehow reminded me of a slow, powerful heartbeat full of potential. Waiting. Ready.

The joy was still there, but deeper and more substantial—an unmovable glacier as opposed to dancing snowflakes. Resolute and enduring through all trials.

It was a reflection that there was no sadness or grief strong enough to stop the sun from rising. Clouds may dim its rays, but the light would still chase the deepest shadows of night away. A new morning had come.

I wove it all into my song and dance. Instead of fading away into the bright potential of another day, the Song stilled, silent in its unshakable promise of hope. I hovered for a few moments as the call ceased, trying to collect my thoughts. It had been intense and profound—not something we usually encountered in the Morning Song.

Gliding away from my spot, I went to get some breakfast and have my scales oiled. Afterward, I lazed on Soranto's lap and enjoyed the morning sun as I contemplated if I was ready to start moving. He made the decision for me when he picked me up and carried me inside. With a faint snort, I gave him a faintly accusing expression.