06-10-2018, 08:06 AM
Belgaer
The sun was high in the sky as Belgaer wove his way through the tropical foliage that made up the majority of Ischia's flora. Above him parrots squawked, almost as though the sight of a fellow winged creature walking humbly upon the land offended them. It had been too long since the spotted son of Brennen had spent any amount of time on the island. He'd missed it. Continuously kept occupied by his many diplomatic visits, he felt a certain peace had been granted to him by the current lull in activity.
His reaction to the unfamiliar voice carried upon the wind was mixed. He had a duty to his island as well as a duty to himself - one outweighed the other, however, and his leg carried him towards the strangers call. Expertly he navigated through the many paths and clearings of his home until he found the spot where she waited. A pegasus mare made up of pure ivory. The sweet poignant smell of the mountains was thick upon her and he forced a friendly smile upon his lips. Ischia was allied to Hyalin and they had no quarrels with them. Only just recently he himself had paid a visit to the sprawling land.
"Greetings and welcome to Ischia," His voice rushed to meet her and he walked past her, a friendly nod sent her way. "I do hope you and yours are well?"
Last he'd been there Hyalin had been as peaceful as ever. It would have pained him greatly to hear otherwise from the messenger mare.
His reaction to the unfamiliar voice carried upon the wind was mixed. He had a duty to his island as well as a duty to himself - one outweighed the other, however, and his leg carried him towards the strangers call. Expertly he navigated through the many paths and clearings of his home until he found the spot where she waited. A pegasus mare made up of pure ivory. The sweet poignant smell of the mountains was thick upon her and he forced a friendly smile upon his lips. Ischia was allied to Hyalin and they had no quarrels with them. Only just recently he himself had paid a visit to the sprawling land.
"Greetings and welcome to Ischia," His voice rushed to meet her and he walked past her, a friendly nod sent her way. "I do hope you and yours are well?"
Last he'd been there Hyalin had been as peaceful as ever. It would have pained him greatly to hear otherwise from the messenger mare.
The Prodigal Son