Rey
-Black cat in disguise-
Mary is safe for now in the playground and that meant I could go for a long flight.
It had felt like decades. The gods love that child of mine but they gave me a kid with no wings. For someone who's been accustomed to flying from an early age and hardly ever hiked, the test of walking a mile literally seemed to be draining me.
It wasn’t until I cleared Taiga and saw the familiar, low peaks of Loess to the Northwest that I could feel that lost energy rising again. “No-man’s land …” I thought wistfully, eyeing the expanse of new growth beneath my soaring form. “my not-home.” I smile, circling high over the glinting ribbon of River before landing on the southern side, closer to Loessian borders out of pure caution.
Out here there’s usually nothing, so I take up a pace that comes naturally and stretches out the unused muscles in my back. Each step drains my once pale blue coat and colors it a common, sandy palomino. “A little flare?” I think, using my power again to paint a wide baze right between two gray eyes.
When I look ahead though, something shifts in the distance. There’s no making it out so I stop, (both clear wings poised for flight) forgetting that a palomino doesn’t normally have a pale blue mane and tail, saying, “Let it be a fat squirrel.” As if somehow phrasing it out loud could make whatever had beat me here magically change.
Today wasn’t exactly the best to get into trouble.
@[vulgaris]