05-15-2018, 06:56 AM
Belgaer
The skies were vacant as the chestnut son of Brennen patrolled along the borders of Ischia. Alone, silence washed through him as he reveled in the power of his wings as they carried him effortlessly through the sky. Below him, the tropical foliage stretched up towards him. Since his father had taken over the island was bursting with activity as many new faces decided to call the island home. The brotherhood was growing, and he was proud to be a part of it.
Pointing himself towards the beach, Belgaer’s pace quickened. The ocean seethed beneath his shadow as the tide pushed itself upon the beach creating small wading pools in its wake. Small crustaceans skittered about the sand’s warm surface as the built themselves new burrows within the dunes that separated the beach from the island’s tropical center. Winter had chased away many of the birds and, though the island remained warmer than the rest of Beqanna, even the parrots huddled themselves high in the trees. The occasional indignant squawk broke the silence but, for the most part, they remained quiet. The silence that often times accompanied the cold was always slightly disconcerting for the freckled chestnut, preferring the activity of spring.
As he flew the sound of an unfamiliar voice broke through the thick veil of silence, drawing Belgaer’s ears towards it. Since his father’s ascension there had been many visitors from across the land, though this one felt different. Curious, he pointed his frame towards the sound finding easily the navy pointed stallion as he waited beside his heavily pregnant mare. Smiling peacefully, he landed a few feet away from them, giving them plenty of space to acknowledge his approach. Tucking his wings against him he smiled peacefully as he started towards them. Though Belgaer did not recognize the stallion and his mare, he sensed that their intentions meant them no harm. Still, he remained cautious.
“Good day,” he began politely. “My name is Belgaer, son of Brennen. What brings you to our shores?”
Pointing himself towards the beach, Belgaer’s pace quickened. The ocean seethed beneath his shadow as the tide pushed itself upon the beach creating small wading pools in its wake. Small crustaceans skittered about the sand’s warm surface as the built themselves new burrows within the dunes that separated the beach from the island’s tropical center. Winter had chased away many of the birds and, though the island remained warmer than the rest of Beqanna, even the parrots huddled themselves high in the trees. The occasional indignant squawk broke the silence but, for the most part, they remained quiet. The silence that often times accompanied the cold was always slightly disconcerting for the freckled chestnut, preferring the activity of spring.
As he flew the sound of an unfamiliar voice broke through the thick veil of silence, drawing Belgaer’s ears towards it. Since his father’s ascension there had been many visitors from across the land, though this one felt different. Curious, he pointed his frame towards the sound finding easily the navy pointed stallion as he waited beside his heavily pregnant mare. Smiling peacefully, he landed a few feet away from them, giving them plenty of space to acknowledge his approach. Tucking his wings against him he smiled peacefully as he started towards them. Though Belgaer did not recognize the stallion and his mare, he sensed that their intentions meant them no harm. Still, he remained cautious.
“Good day,” he began politely. “My name is Belgaer, son of Brennen. What brings you to our shores?”
The Prodigal Son
@[Warrick] I hope you don't mind me dropping him here. He needs a little bit more activity and involvement. @[Brennen]