Before me stood a a raging and stormy ocean made of snow. I sighed, and looked at the evergreen forest behind me. I had been shielded from the icy wind in there and it felt warm and cozy compared to what was ahead of me. I shook myself and started to run against the wind.
What was I thinking!? I had to no choice but to go! At least my tiny tracks would be covered out here and it would be difficult to see where I was going. There was some benefits to being in this form. Perhaps now my persistent stalkers would lose track of me.
He looked out his window at the beautiful garden that was spread out below his window and sighed. It all looked so... dull. His parents had gathered and made a miniature world inside the inner garden; exotic plants and fruits, rare animals, a miniature lake, made complete with a glass dome on top of the stone walls. To keep the heat - and himself - inside. He could access the garden whenever he wished, but there were guards stationed outside the doors that the rest of his family entered and exited through. It looked like a huge cage for some fancy bird. Just like the parrot that sat in a golden cage in his dining room.
He hated that the animals were trapped with him, and thought that the least he could do was let the parrot live in the garden instead of his tiny cage. Well, it was really the only thing he could do. But even if he kept the door to the golden cage open, the bird did not leave. He wondered why that was. He was certain that if the doors to his cage were open he'd escape at once! But perhaps... the parrot knew he could not go very far and thus didn't even bother with flying away?
He looked at his room again, it was really quite an annoyance. The gold and gem details of every furnish in his chambers sparkled when the sun shone and hurt his eyes and head. And such a waste! Would it not be better to use this for something more sensible? He knew it was his parents way to show him they felt sorry for locking him up, and that they truly did love him. He only wished they'd actually spend some time with him and let him go outside. His only friends were his servants, who kept a respectable distance from him. He felt utterly alone and unloved, even surrounded by the totems of his parents love... or was it their guilt? He could no longer tell. How can you love someone you only see once every blue moon?