[private] I can't repair the damage done, [{Wishbone}]

[Wolfbane]

Wolfbane

Without scrutiny from his father or the threat of tumbling into the unforgiving sea, flying seems  … easier. Loess is perfectly suited for practice, and after about a week of prolonged hopping/soaring Wolfbane believes he’s starting to get the hang of things.

High time for a journey elsewhere, he thinks.

Not that Loess was boring. Leilan was interesting company if nothing at all, and Arthas kept to his own business for now so Bane had ample time to circumnavigate the nooks and crannies before finding that the only real undiscovered place in his new home was the stretch of beach just beyond the short range of mountains to the West. He could travel along at their base and doing so had prompted him to look North.

North was Hyaline and even further than that, Nerine. Wishbone’s home, they seem to remind him. At first he’d considered telling Arthas or someone else his intentions (diplomacy could be in order here) but then, in young adult fashion, he throws caution to the breeze and decides to just make the trip on his own, privately. Wishbone could vouchesafe his safety and there wasn’t any need for him to keep tabs open in Loess. Arthas wasn’t his father or mother, after all.

Winter is a bitter season for travel, and his flight is only hindered by the fact that Wolfbane can’t rise too high for fear of his wings freezing over totally. It’s an overcast sort of day - grimy, he’d call it, and Nerine’s position on the map only causes the weather to grow more sour as he flaps his way to the border of the cliffside kingdom. When he finally does touch down, it’s with relief because the sky seems to threaten snowfall at any moment. I’m missing the hot springs and Volcano right about now. The young man thinks, shivering away the cold as he folds his matching, white wings across his back.

The new Loess recruit isn’t thinking so much about the obvious things like, Had she changed? Will she remember me? As he lifts his two-toned head to call out for Wishbone; he’s more so curious to hear if her new home was a comfortable fit. When his childhood companion had told him the news - that she was being more or less traded for alliance reasons - Wolfbane had been furious. He hadn’t understood her absence and spent many nights thereafter plotting rescue mission after rescue mission.

And then, it seemed that a year had passed and childhood had gone with it. “Wishboneeee! Anyone?” He tries again, hoping that his voice won’t be lost amidst the distant, crashing sea and wailing winds.

@[Wishbone] finally <3