Muzzle lowered to the cool liquid he filled his body with the lagoons sweet tasting water. Refreshed he pulled himself upwards and stared into the crystal depths of the pond. There was movement there, he noted not entirely surprised by the realization. There were many aquatic creatures that called the lagoon their home. Fish of many different shapes, sizes and colors swam gleefully about, oblivious to his intrusion.
The heat of the day pressed in on him from all sides and he felt himself leaning towards the gently waved lines of the water. Stepping purposefully forward he submerged his legs into its welcoming embrace. Flapping his wings against the surface of the water, he splashed it up towards the heat of his barrel.
It had been a while since he'd last been able to visit the lagoon for a swim. His duties kept him busy and away. As a colt, he'd spent most of his time here. Splashing the the shallows he'd found grgreat joy in the torment of his younger sister. She detested the water, ironic especially now since she'd been gifted with an immunity towards it.
A smile creased along his features as he continued to float himself deeper into the pond. It was only as he reached the middle that the hair on the back of his neck rose. He wasnt alone.
Wading in place, his brown eyes scanned his surroundings in search of any disturbances along the shoreline. Besides the squawking of the parrots nestled in the treetops, the bushes were stilled. Dusk was upon them and he knew that he would be having to head back soon. He'd promised his mother a visit. Making his way to the bank he shook the moisture from his chestnut freckled coat and his feathers. Turning once more, he thought he caught a glimpse of two darkened eyes partially submerged. Focusing his gaze he could barely make out the figure of a fellow equine...
"Hello?" he called towards the shadowed figure, barely trusting his eyes and what they saw. "You dont have to be afraid. My name is Belgaer, son of Brennen the leader of Ischia."
It still felt weird for him to say those words. His father was the leader, and he the loyal son.
@[Deiti]
The heat of the day pressed in on him from all sides and he felt himself leaning towards the gently waved lines of the water. Stepping purposefully forward he submerged his legs into its welcoming embrace. Flapping his wings against the surface of the water, he splashed it up towards the heat of his barrel.
It had been a while since he'd last been able to visit the lagoon for a swim. His duties kept him busy and away. As a colt, he'd spent most of his time here. Splashing the the shallows he'd found grgreat joy in the torment of his younger sister. She detested the water, ironic especially now since she'd been gifted with an immunity towards it.
A smile creased along his features as he continued to float himself deeper into the pond. It was only as he reached the middle that the hair on the back of his neck rose. He wasnt alone.
Wading in place, his brown eyes scanned his surroundings in search of any disturbances along the shoreline. Besides the squawking of the parrots nestled in the treetops, the bushes were stilled. Dusk was upon them and he knew that he would be having to head back soon. He'd promised his mother a visit. Making his way to the bank he shook the moisture from his chestnut freckled coat and his feathers. Turning once more, he thought he caught a glimpse of two darkened eyes partially submerged. Focusing his gaze he could barely make out the figure of a fellow equine...
"Hello?" he called towards the shadowed figure, barely trusting his eyes and what they saw. "You dont have to be afraid. My name is Belgaer, son of Brennen the leader of Ischia."
It still felt weird for him to say those words. His father was the leader, and he the loyal son.
@[Deiti]