Stunned, worried and horrified, Lu stumbled outside. She thought she saw a trail of baby blankets leading to the large tree that stood watch over her backyard. She held Lucius close, examining the remnants of Gyre's 'nest' sitting beneath the large tree. Dreading it, she looked up the tree.
"Gyre!" she cried, seeing her bird child napping in a real nest atop a plateau in the tree. She dozed quietly, her hair coming loose from her braids and dancing in the wind. Lu could hear the faint cry of a hawk. She got worried.
"Gyre! I'm coming up there to get you down!" Lu knew she probably couldn't understand, but called out the instructions for her own sanity. She set Lucius down at the base of the tree, knowing full well that he would obey her. Starting to climb, she made slow progress to the middle of the tree.
"Hoo!" Lucius called. Gyre's ears twitched and she awoke, blinking her silver eyes in the morning sun. She sat up, watching her guardian cling to the trunk of the tree. She smiled, amused. Lu looked up, shocked. Until this point, she didn't even think about how Gyre got up there. She had no wings, to her knowledge.
Then...how?
Lu couldn't hold on. She started to slip down the tree, her feet scraping the bark. Lucius kept hooting, Gyre watching him. When Lu stood firmly on the ground again, she tried to appeal to Gyre.
"Sweetie, I'm not mad! Just, please come down!" she cried helplessly.
Gyre blinked, watching for Lucius' approval. When it came, she took the mask she always wore into her tiny little hands, placing it over her face. Before their eyes, she transformed. She begame a small falcon, gliding effortlessly down to the ground. A brilliant light came again, and Gyre was herself, mask and all.
"Gyre!" Lu clutched her and her brother (of sorts) close, sighing in relief. She didn't want to think about the paradox that was the mask just yet. She wanted to first make breakfast and quit shaking so much...