Repent the Tasma

I have done wrong. That's what all the others have been telling me. If only there wasn't so much scolding. "It's too dangerous!" "He's not one of us!" "He'll turn on you." "What were you thinking?!"...But I remember lying on lush grass, my face to the sky. I was confused, scared. I saw wings as he flew. Graceful. His head was raised, as if he was above all others. He rode the wind, apathetic to what was before him. But then out of everything, his eyes saw only me. And he...Stopped.