05-18-2017, 08:48 PM
Breathe. Mother said to breathe, to relax. He is stronger than he gives himself credit for, but his confidence wavers still as much as his balance. His youth and inexperience prohibit him from gaining much altitude, but it’s enough to be out of anyone’s reach. Nearby faces come and go in a blur when he gains momentum following a decline. Nerine is at his back, the lake at his right, the river straight ahead. This will mark the farthest he has traveled and explored, but it is enough for now. He has only just approached being a yearling, no longer requiring mother at his constant side. It’s time he reached out to other corners of Beqanna, but he cannot deny the small bursts of anxiety that stem through him every time he bypasses a shadowed area or a treacherous bout in his travels.
Young, innocent, ignorant. He doesn’t know what truly lies outside of Nerine, or how quarrelsome others can be. He doesn’t realize how treacherous this world can be as he has always relied on mother’s influence and protection. Although she has not left him entirely, he still lacks her daily presence.
The river bend approaches him gradually with a gurgling voice that lures him into its embrace. His landing, albeit rather clumsy and unplanned, pushes him to the edge of grass and water. There is a current here, much like Nerine, that isn’t in the lake. It also has a bank that he can see the shallow floor of rocks and pebbles. Slowly, hesitantly, he steps in, but only with his front legs. His wings nestle against his sides and he swallows deep gulps before lifting his head. His mismatched eyes flicker with curiosity as water trickles down his chin and whiskers. There is no one here, not really. In the distance he can hear a couple voices, smell a few different scents, but overall the riverbed is silent, peaceful.
Young, innocent, ignorant. He doesn’t know what truly lies outside of Nerine, or how quarrelsome others can be. He doesn’t realize how treacherous this world can be as he has always relied on mother’s influence and protection. Although she has not left him entirely, he still lacks her daily presence.
The river bend approaches him gradually with a gurgling voice that lures him into its embrace. His landing, albeit rather clumsy and unplanned, pushes him to the edge of grass and water. There is a current here, much like Nerine, that isn’t in the lake. It also has a bank that he can see the shallow floor of rocks and pebbles. Slowly, hesitantly, he steps in, but only with his front legs. His wings nestle against his sides and he swallows deep gulps before lifting his head. His mismatched eyes flicker with curiosity as water trickles down his chin and whiskers. There is no one here, not really. In the distance he can hear a couple voices, smell a few different scents, but overall the riverbed is silent, peaceful.