"Miss Rita…?"
"Hm? What is it, Dove?"
"You always call me that. Why?"
Rita's eyes looked over Dante as she looked up to the sky. Dante followed her eyes and was able to see a small bird flying on its own. Its wings were spread wide as it soared through the sky.
"Wah– it's flying so high!"
He began to reach out his arms as he hopped to try to do the same. Rita couldn't help but laugh as she watched his attempts at doing the same thing as the bird. Imitating each graceful flap of its wings. Suddenly, he found himself being lifted off of the ground by Rita and spun around as he spread his small arms out like the bird.
"I'm flying like a bird! Look at me!"
Rita's expression softened as she spun him around a few more times before setting him down on her shoulders. He held onto her as she continued to walk down the pathway back to the tavern. She smiled as he continued to marvel and laugh about being able to fly just like the bird.
"You're alot like that dove yourself, Dante."
"Whaddya mean?"
She pointed at the bird once more as it began to fly away, farther into the sky than they'd seen before. Slowly it began to disappear from their sight as Dante rested his head atop Rita's. Saddened at its sudden departure.
"It's going to keep flying, higher and higher. Higher than you could probably even imagine."
"When will it come down? I just want to see it again."
"You will, when it wants you to of course."
"That's not fair…" he pouted as he sulked and she laughed. She looked to the sunset as they eventually arrived at the tavern. She let him down as he ran into the building, leaving Rita alone outside.
She turned back to look at the sky once more, where the bird once flew high in the sky as she closed her eyes and held her hand tenderly on her chest
"You're going to soar higher than you even know."