03-20-2018, 12:09 PM
Our journey is an easy one, but perhaps a peculiar one, too; to my mind, there aren't usually three pegasuses dotting Beqanna skies at the same time, travelling in the same direction. The sight of my two air-bound companions, accompanied with this thought, makes me wonder about an air force; I've not heard of any such caste in this new Beqanna, but with the three of us readily available, it makes me wonder. Especially as we are on the cusp of brotherhood... But I must await Brennen's command before pursuing that line of thought.
The land below stands out starkly against the surrounding ocean, which glimmers blue-green in the spring sunlight. Brennen takes us in a loop around the island, and I take note of meadows and jungle-patches, trying and failing for the time to notice anyone else hidden in therein. Before long, we all land on a white-sand beach, the wind buffeting us in warm greeting; welcome home.
But it is Brennen who speaks these words, not the wind, and I turn with a small, inquisitive smile to study that bay stallion. His words ring honestly in my ears, and a strange sensation of belonging and purpose blossoms in my chest; it may well be just the honeymoon stage, but it's the most connected I've felt to any land all my life. He goes on to explain how the earth-bound enter Ischia, and I turn my gaze to the coast, squinting to see the land opposite; it's high tide now, and I shuffle my wings, grateful for their duty to my scrawny ass. I glance to Andulvar sheepishly, as if he can read my mind; I really had better start taking care of myself if I am to be worth anything to Ischia, or more importantly, to Brennen.
"I'd like that. I'm always in a forest when the sun sets; never have a good view." It's a useless comment, but I say it anyway as we begin plodding towards the trees, each of us in any easy, laid back gate. As the tall trees cast shadows across our spines, a squabbling starts up, and I join Brennen in raising my head to study the commotion; birds! A snort trumpets from my nostrils at the sight of them, ears flicking around in confusion and excitement. Birds! Like us! I stifle the urge to rapid-fire tap my wings to my flanks, as I had that one time with Var... But I do throw him a gawdy look. "Hey, Dirtman; can you see those?" A chuckle rolls from my skinny chest, but then a word gets screamed in my face, and my attention is dragged away from our little drug trip.
I'm listening intently to Brennen explain the red-feathered bird, when suddenly a smaller green bird swoops down to land in my white-cream mane, startling me some, but despite some flapping, the bird manages to get ahold of me, and I study it with my neck cranked as far around as I can manage. "Hello there," I mutter in a kind of awe. The bird chirps a reply, tilting its head, eyes glimmering intelligently; for a moment, all I can do is grin stupidly at the thing, but then Brennen is asking us an actual question, and so I turn my head to reply.
"It's gorgeous here. I think you could show us anywhere and I'd love it. What do you think, Var?"
The land below stands out starkly against the surrounding ocean, which glimmers blue-green in the spring sunlight. Brennen takes us in a loop around the island, and I take note of meadows and jungle-patches, trying and failing for the time to notice anyone else hidden in therein. Before long, we all land on a white-sand beach, the wind buffeting us in warm greeting; welcome home.
But it is Brennen who speaks these words, not the wind, and I turn with a small, inquisitive smile to study that bay stallion. His words ring honestly in my ears, and a strange sensation of belonging and purpose blossoms in my chest; it may well be just the honeymoon stage, but it's the most connected I've felt to any land all my life. He goes on to explain how the earth-bound enter Ischia, and I turn my gaze to the coast, squinting to see the land opposite; it's high tide now, and I shuffle my wings, grateful for their duty to my scrawny ass. I glance to Andulvar sheepishly, as if he can read my mind; I really had better start taking care of myself if I am to be worth anything to Ischia, or more importantly, to Brennen.
"I'd like that. I'm always in a forest when the sun sets; never have a good view." It's a useless comment, but I say it anyway as we begin plodding towards the trees, each of us in any easy, laid back gate. As the tall trees cast shadows across our spines, a squabbling starts up, and I join Brennen in raising my head to study the commotion; birds! A snort trumpets from my nostrils at the sight of them, ears flicking around in confusion and excitement. Birds! Like us! I stifle the urge to rapid-fire tap my wings to my flanks, as I had that one time with Var... But I do throw him a gawdy look. "Hey, Dirtman; can you see those?" A chuckle rolls from my skinny chest, but then a word gets screamed in my face, and my attention is dragged away from our little drug trip.
I'm listening intently to Brennen explain the red-feathered bird, when suddenly a smaller green bird swoops down to land in my white-cream mane, startling me some, but despite some flapping, the bird manages to get ahold of me, and I study it with my neck cranked as far around as I can manage. "Hello there," I mutter in a kind of awe. The bird chirps a reply, tilting its head, eyes glimmering intelligently; for a moment, all I can do is grin stupidly at the thing, but then Brennen is asking us an actual question, and so I turn my head to reply.
"It's gorgeous here. I think you could show us anywhere and I'd love it. What do you think, Var?"
